Hermione
Oh! why didst thou hunt me to snatch away my sword? Give, oh! give it back, dear nurse, that I may thrust it through my heart. Why dost thou prevent me hanging myself?
Nurse
What! was I to let thy madness lead thee on to death?
845
Hermione
Ah me, my destiny! Where can I find some friendly fire? To what rocky height can I climb above the sea or ’mid some wooded mountain glen,
there to die and trouble but the dead?
850
Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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