HEC. By my new form, or what is it thou mean’st?
POLYM. The sepulchre of that vile brute, an object
Conspicuous to the mariner.
HEC. I care not;
My vengeance is complete.
POLYM. Cassandra too,
Your daughter, must inevitably bleed.
HEC. Abomination! On thy guilty head
These curses I retort.
POLYM. Her shall the wife
Of Agamemnon slay, who sternly guards
His royal mansion.
HEC. Such a frantic deed
As this may Tyndarus’ daughter ne’er commit!
POLYM. She next uplifting the remorseless axe
Shall smite her lord.
AGA. Ha! madman, dost thou court
Thy ruin?
POLYM. Slay me; for the murderous bath
Awaits you, when to Argos you return.
AGA. Will ye not drag him from my sight by force?
POLYM. Hear you with grief what I announce?
AGA. My followers,
Why stop ye not the miscreant’s boding mouth?
POLYM. This mouth be closed for ever: I have spoken.
AGA. Will ye not cast him with the utmost speed
Upon some desert island, since he dares
To speak with such licentiousness? Depart,
O wretched Hecuba, and both those corses
Deposit in the grave. But, as for you,
Ye to your lord’s pavilions must repair,
O Phrygian dames: for I perceive the gales
Rising to waft us homeward; may success
Attend the voyage to our native land!
And in our mansions may we find all well,
Freed from these dangers!
CHOR. To the haven go,
And to the tents, my friends, t’ endure the toils
Our lords impose: for thus harsh fate enjoins.