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EURIPIDES.
Hecuba.
Gold—ancient vaults of gold of Priam's line.
Polymestor.
This is it thou art fain to tell thy son?
Hecuba.
Yea, by thy mouth: thou art a righteous man.
Polymestor.
What needeth then the presence of my sons?1005
Hecuba.
Better they knew, if haply thou shouldst die.
Polymestor.
Well hast thou said: yea, 'twere the wiser way.
Hecuba.
Dost know where stood Athênê's Trojan fane?
Polymestor.
There?—is the gold there?—and the token, what?
Hecuba.
A black rock from the earth's face jutting forth.1010
Polymestor.
Hast aught beside to tell me of that hoard?
Hecuba.
Some jewels I brought forth with me—wouldst keep these?
