Andromache: Behold me journeying on the downward path, my hands so
tightly bound with cords that they bleed.
Molossus: O mother, mother mine! I too share thy downward path, nestling
'neath thy wing.
Andromache: A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia!
Molossus: Come, father! succour those thou lovest.
Andromache: Rest there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother's bosom,
e'en in death and in the grave.
Molossus: Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother
mine?
Menelaus: Away, to the world below! from hostile towers ye came, the
pair of you; two different causes necessitate your deaths; my sentence
takes away thy life, and my daughter Hermione's requires his; for
it would be the height of folly to leave our foemen's sons, when we
might kill them and remove the danger from our house.
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