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THE DAUGHTERS OF TROY.
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Andromache.

Ah wretch!


Hecuba.

Woe's me for the hero-sons that I bore!


Andromache.

Woe!—


Hecuba.

For griefs on mine head that fall!


Andromache.

Ah the pity of Ilium's wall—


Hecuba.

With the smoke-pall shrouded o'er!


Andromache.

(Str. 3)
Come to me, husband, now!—


Hecuba.

Thou criest on him that is gone,
O hapless, to Hades, my son—


Andromache.

Thy wife's defender thou!


Hecuba.

(Ant. 3)
Thou on whom did Achaians heap
Outrage, whom eldest I bare
Unto Priam in days that were,
To thine Hades receive me to sleep.

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