A Dangerous Woman Up To A Point

[583-589] Hecabe : My child, my daughter. Pains grab at me from all sides, and I don't know which way to face to face them. I turn to this and that other tears at me, shreds my thoughts, and then a third appals my eyes from elsewhere; shock upon shock, grief over grief. And now. Your death. Your murder - the latest, largest wave, and I am drowned. Yet, though I slip under, a splinter of this pain pierces me, drags me from the dead waters - your way of dying. You died like a queen, they say. You died with honour.

[1046-1048] Hecabe : Rage as a planet rages, as a world; crumble the walls, crack the doors. You are in darkness now and eyeless, and your rage will not restore light, nor any sight of your sons, who are dead, for I have killed them.

Freely translated from Euripides.