O, farewell, dear Hector! Look, how thou diest! look, how thy eye turns pale! Look, how thy wounds do bleed at many vents! Hark, how Troy roars! how Hecuba cries out! How poor Andromache shrills her dolours forth! Behold, distraction, frenzy and amazement, Like witless antics, one another meet, And all cry, Hector! Hector’s dead! O Hector!
Oh, goodbye, dear Hector! Look, how you’re dying! Look, how your eye is turning pale! Look, how your wounds are bleeding from many places! Listen, how Troy is shouting! How Hecuba is crying out! How poor Andromache is wailing her sorrows out loud! See, madness, panic, and shock, Like foolish clowns, are meeting each other, And all are shouting, Hector! Hector’s dead! Oh, Hector!
Cassandra · Act 5, Scene 3
Cassandra speaks Hector's death aloud in a vision before it happens, seeing his body, hearing Troy's screams. The speech devastates because it is exact—she names what will break, who will cry, how the city will fracture. Her words are a prophecy that proves itself true a scene later, making her the only person in Troy who understood the cost all along.