HECUBA.
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Hecuba.
Nought reck I, seeing thou hast felt my vengeance.
Polymestor.
Yea, and thy child Kassandra too must die.1275
Hecuba.
A scorn and spitting!—back on thee I hurl it.
Polymestor.
Slay her shall this king's wife, a houseward grim.
Hecuba.
Never so mad may Tyndareus' daughter be!
Polymestor.
Yea—slay him too, upswinging high the axe.
Agamemnon.
Ho, fellow, ravest thou? Dost court thy bane?1280
Polymestor.
Slay on: a bath of blood in Argos waits thee.
Agamemnon.
Haste, henchmen, hale him from my sight perforce.
Polymestor.
Art galled to hear?
Agamemnon.
Set curb upon his mouth!
