And the proud band of kings who came to our aid;
Thy death is the last—our father, our ruler—
Struck down as a victim to Jove the Almighty,140
All helpless and lone, a mute corpse on the ground.
Hecuba: Nay, give to another your tears and your mourning,
And weep not the death of Priam our king.
But call ye him blessed the rather; for free,
To the deep world of shadows he travels, and never145
Upon his bowed neck the base yoke shall he bear.
No proud sons of Atreus shall call him their captive,