And perhaps you might ask what was the fate of Priam
When he saw the fall of the captured city and the doors of the building destroyed
And the enemy in the middle of his inner room
In vain he but around his shoulders, trembling with age, his armour unused for a long time and he put on his useless sword and took himself his death in the thick of the enemy
in the middle of the palace and under the naked arch or heaven was a large altar and ancient laurel nearby, leaning over the altar and embracing the household gods with a shadow, here Hecuba and her daughters were sitting around the alter in vain like doves driven head long into a black storm crowded together embracing the statues of the gods
when she saw Priam himself however having taken up his youthful arms..
what mind so hard, most miserable husband drives you to put on these weapons? Or to where to you run?