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Andromache
Behold me journeying on the downward path, my hands so tightly bound with cords that they bleed.
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.
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O mother, mother mine! I too share thy
downward path, nestling ’neath thy wing.
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Andromache
A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia!
A cruel sacrifice! ye rulers of Phthia!
Molossus
Come, father! succour those thou lovest.
Come, father! succour those thou lovest.
Andromache
Rest
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there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother’s bosom, e’en in death and in the grave.
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Rest
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there, my babe, my darling! on thy mother’s bosom, e’en in death and in the grave.
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Molossus
Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother mine?
Ah, woe is me! what will become of me and thee too, mother mine?
Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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