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within the tent
 O horror! I am blinded of the light of my eyes, ah me! Chorus Leader
Did you hear, friends, that Thracian's cry of woe? Polymestor
O horror! horror! my children! 0 the cruel blow. Chorus Leader
My friends, new ills are brought to pass inside. Polymestor
No, you shall never escape for all your hurried flight;  for with a blow I will burst open the inmost recesses of this hall. Chorus Leader
Hark! how he launches a bolt with weighty hand! Shall we force an entry? The crisis calls on us to aid Hecuba and the Trojan women. Hecuba enters, calling back into the tent.
Strike on, spare not, burst the doors!  you shall never replace bright vision in your eyes or see your children, whom I have slain, alive again. Chorus Leader
What! have you foiled the Thracian stranger and is he in your power, mistress? Is all your threat now brought to pass? Hecuba
A moment, and you shall see him before the tent,  blind, advancing with blind random step; and the bodies of his two children whom I with my brave women of Troy killed; he has paid me the penalty; here he comes from the tent, as you see. I will withdraw out of his path and stand aside  from the hot fury of the Thracian, my deadly foe.