Euripides,
The Trojan women of Euripides
“ HECUBA. My sorrow!... 'Tis but what Talthybius said: So plain a riddle, and I read it not.ANDROMACHE. I saw her lie, and stayed this chariot; And raiment wrapt on her dead limbs, and beat My breast for her.HECUBA (to herself) . O the foul sin of it! The wickedness! My child. My child! Again I cry to thee. How cruelly art thou slain!ANDROMACHE. She hath died her death, and howso dark it be, Her death is sweeter than my misery.HECUBA. Death cannot be what Life is, Child; the cup Of Death is empty, and Life hath always hope. ”
