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Polyxena enters from the tent.
Oh! mother, mother, why do you call so loud? what news is it you have proclaimed, scaring me, like a cowering bird, from my chamber by this alarm? Hecuba
 Alas, my daughter! Polyxena
Why this ominous address? it means sorrow for me. Hecuba
Woe for your life! Polyxena
Tell it, hide it no longer. Ah mother! how I dread, I dread  the import of your loud laments. Hecuba
Ah my daughter! a luckless mother's child! Polyxena
Why do you tell me this? Hecuba
The Argives with one consent are eager for your sacrifice to the son of Peleus  at his tomb. Polyxena
Ah! my mother! how can you speak of such a horror? Tell me all, mother, yes all! Hecuba
It is an ill-boding rumor I tell, my child;  they bring me word that sentence is passed upon your life by the Argives' vote.