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 These great griefs— Hecuba
Unhappy one, bitter these woes to bear. Andromache
Our city ruined— Hecuba
And sorrow to sorrow added. Andromache
Through the will of angry heaven, since the day that son 1 of yours escaped death, he that for a hated bride brought destruction on the Trojan citadel. There lie the gory corpses of the slain by the shrine of Pallas for vultures to carry off;  and Troy has come to slavery's yoke.
1 i.e., Paris, who had been exposed to die on account of an oracle foretelling the misery he would cause if he grew to man's estate; but shepherds had found him on the hills and reared him.
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