[One of the huts on the left is now open, and the rest of theChoruscome out severally. Their number eventually amounts to fifteen.

Fourth Woman.

[Antistrophe 1.

        Out of the tent of the Greek king
            I steal, my Queen, with trembling breath:
            What means thy call? Not death; not death!
        They would not slay so low a thing!
Fifth Woman.
                    O, 'tis the ship-folk crying
    To deck the galleys: and we part, we part!
Hecuba.
    Nay, daughter: take the morning to thine heart.
Fifth Woman.
                    My heart with dread is dying!
Sixth Woman.
        An herald from the Greek hath come!
Fifth Woman.
        How have they cast me, and to whom
        A bondmaid?
Hecuba.                    Peace, child: wait thy doom.
                    Our lots are near the trying.

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Fourth Woman.

        Argos, belike, or Phthia shall it be,
        Or some lone island of the tossing sea,
                        Far, far from Troy?

Hecuba.

            And I the agèd, where go I,
                A winter-frozen bee, a slave
            Death-shapen, as the stones that lie
                Hewn on a dead man's grave:
            The children of mine enemy
                To foster, or keep watch before
                The threshold of a master's door,
                    I tha