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EURIPIDES.

Andromache.

Thanks for thy shrinking, save thou bring glad tidings.


Talthybius.

Thy son must die—since thou must hear the horror.


Andromache.

Ah me!—a worse ill this than thraldom's couch! 715


Talthybius.

Odysseus' speech to assembled Greeks prevailed—


Andromache.

O God! O God! what measureless ill is mine!


Talthybius.

Warning them not to rear a hero's son.


Andromache.

May like rede dooming sons of his prevail!


Talthybius.

He must be hurled from battlements of Troy. 720
Then let this be, so wiser shalt thou show,
Nor cling to him, but queenlike bear thy pain,
Nor, being strengthless, dream that thou art strong.
For nowhere hast thou help: needs must thou mark—
City and lord are gone; thou art held in thrall; 725
For battle with one woman strong are we.
Wherefore I would not see thee set on strife,
Nor doing aught should breed thee shame or spite,

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