POLY. Where are they then? Hast thou them hidden beneath thy robes?
HEC. Amidst a heap of spoils they are preserved in this tent.
POLY. But where? These are the naval encampments of the Grecians.
HEC. The habitations of the captive women are private.
POLY. And is all secure within, and untenanted by men?
HEC. Not one of the Greeks is within, but we women only. But come into the tent, for the Greeks are desirous of loosing the sheets of their vessels homeward from Troy; so that, having done every thing that thou oughtest, thou mayest go with thy children to that place where thou hast given my son to dwell.
CHOR. Not yet hast thou suffered, but peradventure thou wilt suffer vengeance; as a man falling headlong into the gulf where no harbor is, shalt thou be hurled from thy dear heart, having lost thy life;[[18]] for where the rites of hospitality coincide[[19]] with justice, and with the Gods, on the villain who dares to violate these destructive, destructive indeed impends the evil. But thy hopes will deceive thee, which thou entertainedst from this journey, which has brought thee, thou wretched man, to the deadly mansions of Pluto; but thou shalt quit thy life by no warrior's hand.
POLYMESTOR, HECUBA, SEMICHORUS.
POLY. Oh me! I wretch am deprived of the sight of mine eyes.
SEMI. Heard ye the shriek of the man of Thrace, my friends?