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You have no strength. . . . Don’t look to any help.
There’s no help for you anywhere. Think . . . think.
The city gone . . . your husband too. And you, a captive and alone, one woman. . . , How can you do battle with us ?
For your own good I would not have you try, and draw hatred down on you and be shamed.
Andromache. — Go die, my best beloved, my own, my treasure.
in cruel hands, leaving your mother comfortless. Your father was too noble. That is why they kill you. He could save others.
He covdd not save you for his nobleness. Weeping, my little one? There, there.
You cannot know what waits for you.
Why hold me with your hands so fast, cling so fast to me ?
You little bird, flying to hide beneath my wings. And Hector will not come ... he will not come
up from the tomb, great spear in hand, to save you.
Not one of all his kin, of all the Trojan might. You little thing
curled in my arms, you dearest to your mother, how sweet the fragrance of you.
Kiss me. . . . Never again. Come closer, closer.. Your mother who bore you . . . put your arms around my neck.
Now kiss me, lips to lips.
0 Greeks, you have found out ways to torture that are not Greek.
A little child, all innocent of wrong, you wish to kill him.
Quick! take him . . . seize him . . . cast him down . . .
if so you will. Feast on his flesh.
God has destroyed me, and I cannot,
1 cannot save my child from death.
Oh, hide my head for shame and fling me into the ship.