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HECUBA

Hecuba in her turn took up the strains of woe. "Hector," she cried,

"dearest to me of all my children. So long as you were alive the

gods loved you well, and even in death they have not been utterly

unmindful of you; for when Achilles took any other of my sons, he

would sell him beyond the seas, to Samos Imbrus or rugged Lemnos;

and when he had slain you too with his sword, many a time did he

drag you round the sepulchre of his comrade- though this could not

give him life- yet here you lie all fresh as dew, and comely as one

whom Apollo has slain with his painless shafts."

BOOK 24