Ha! Marked ye? Heard ye? The crash of the towers that fall!
Leader.
All is gone!
Hecuba.
Wrath in the earth and quaking and a flood that sweepeth all,
Leader.
And passeth on!
[The Greek trumpet sounds.
Hecuba.
Farewell!—O spirit grey,
Whatso is coming,
Fail not from under me.
Weak limbs, why tremble ye?
Forth where the new long day
Dawneth to slavery!