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HELEN.
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Helen.

I too have shared the Priamids' dark doom.


Theoklymenus.

Left he thy lord unburied, or entombed him?


Helen.

Unburied—woe is me! Alas mine ills!


Theoklymenus.

For this cause hast thou shorn thy golden hair?


Helen.

Yea, dear he is, whate'er he be[1]— he is here.[2] 1225


Theoklymenus.

Is this misfortune real, thy tears unfeigned?


Helen.

O yea, thy sister's ken were lightly 'scaped!


Theoklymenus.

Nay, sooth. How then, wilt dwell by this tomb still?[3]

  1. ↑ Cf. In Memoriam, cvi, "We will drink to him, whate'er he be."
  2. ↑ Laying her hand upon her heart (Heath). But the line is suspected; one suggested emendation is—φίλος γὰρ ἦν ὅστις ποτ’ ἐστὶν, ἐνθάδ’ ὤν, "Yea; dear he was—whate'er he be—in life."
  3. ↑ "When, your husband being dead, you need no longer reject me."
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