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Oh, earth, nourisher of my children! Chorus
Ah, ah! Hecuba
Hearken, my children, hear your mother's voice. Chorus
You are calling on the dead with voice of lamentation. Hecuba
 Yes, as I stretch my aged limbs upon the ground, and beat upon the earth with both my hands. Chorus
I follow you and kneel, invoking from the nether world my hapless husband. Hecuba
 I am being dragged and hurried away— Chorus
The sorrow, the sorrow of that cry! Hecuba
To dwell beneath a master's roof! Chorus
From my own country! Hecuba
Woe is me! O Priam, Priam, slain, unburied, left without a friend, nothing do you know of my cruel fate. Chorus
 No, for over his eyes black death has drawn his pall, a pure man slain by the impure.
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