Inferno, Canto XXX -- Dante

 

	E quando la fortuna volse in basso
	l'altezza de' Troian che tutto ardiva,
	sì che 'nsieme col regno il re fu casso,
	Ecuba trista, misera e cattiva,
	poscia che vide Polissena morta,
	e del suo Polidoro in su la riva
	del mar si fu la dolorosa accorta,
	forsennata latrò sì come cane;
	tanto il dolor le fé la mente torta. And after fortune turned against the pride of Troy, which had dared all, so that the king together with his kingdom, was destroyed, then Hecuba was wretched, sad, a captive; and after she had seen Polyxena dead and, in misery, had recognized her Polydorus lying on the shore, she barked, out of her senses, like a dog -- her agony had so deformed her mind.