| You are HECABE. While you tear your hair and scream, your husband wants to rush out of the city: he is stopped and grovels there in the dung. He begs to be allowed to go and plead with the bestial Achilles for his son's body. He has a father the same age as Priam, maybe he will listen! You lead the Trojan women's lament for the man who was Troy's greatest glory. |
