Fatherland, house and home has mowed to atoms:
Debts the Priamidai have paid twice over.
Cho. Hail, herald from the army of Achaians!
Her. I hail:—to die, will gainsay gods no longer!
Cho. Love of this fatherland did exercise thee?
Her. So that I weep, at least, with joy, my eyes full.
Cho. What, of this gracious sickness were ye gainers?
Her. How now? instructed, I this speech shall master.
Cho. For those who loved you back, with longing stricken.
Her. This land yearned for the yearning army, say'st thou?