Seneca, Troades, ll. 28-40
I call to witness the will of the gods ever my foe,
My homeland’s ashes, and you, ruler of the Phrygians,
Whom Troy has buried with your whole kingdom for a tomb;
I call on your shade, my son – while you stood, so did Troy;
And on you, my great herds of offspring,
Lesser ghosts: Whatever woe has befallen-
Whatever evils Phoebus’ mad priestess proclaimed
With frenzied lips – the god forbade her be believed –
I, Hecuba, saw them first
While pregnant, nor did I keep my fears silent –
I prophesied in vain before Cassandra.
It was not the careful man of Ithaca,
Nor his night-companion, nor deceitful Sinon
Who strewed flames among you:
That fire is mine, you blaze with my own torches!
Testor deorum numen adversum mihi,
patriaeque cineres teque rectorem Phrygum
quem Troia toto conditum regno tegit,
tuosque manes quo stetit stante Ilium,
et vos meorum liberum magni greges,
umbrae minores: quicquid adversi accidit,
quaecumque Phoebas ore lymphato furens
credi deo vetante praedixit mala,
prior Hecuba vidi gravida nec tacui metus
et vana vates ante Cassandram fui.
non cautus ignes Ithacus aut Ithaci comes
nocturnus in vos sparsit aut fallax Sinon:
meus ignis iste est, facibus ardetis meis.