Hecuba

Ah me, what unhappiness is mine! What shall I utter, what sound, what cry of lamentation, since I am wretched with wretched old age and slavery unbearable, unendurable? Ah me! Who is my protector?⁠a What family, what city? Gone is my aged husband, gone are my children. What road shall I walk, this one or that? Where shall I reach safety? Where is there god or power to help me? My child, come forth; come forth, thou daughter of the queen of sorrows; listen to thy mother's voice, my child, that thou mayst know the hideous rumor I now hear about thy life.