Monologue

Hecuba Monologue from The Trojan Women

From The Trojan Women by Euripides

female · anguished · 34 sec

Nay, child, I know not. Dreams are these, Fears of the hope-forsaken. Ah, not Cassandra! Wake not her Whom God hath maddened, lest the foe Mock at her dreaming. Leave me clear From that one edge of woe. O Troy, my Troy, thou diest here Most lonely; and most lonely we The living wander forth from thee, And the dead leave thee wailing!

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