... What sweet relief to sufferers it is to weep, to mourn, lament, and chant the dirge that tells of grief! Do you see this, mother of that man, Hector, who once laid low in battle many a son of Argos ? I see that it is heaven's way to exalt what men accounted nothing, and ruin what they most esteemed. Hence with my child as booty am I borne; the noble are brought to slavery—a bitter ch...