 | The Distrest Mother |  |
SCENE V.
Andromache and Cephisa.Andr.
I'll go, and, in the Anguish of my Heart,
Weep o'er my Child—If he must dye, my Life
Is wrapt in his; I shall not long survive.
'Tis for his sake, that I have suffer'd Life;
Groan'd in Captivity; and out-liv'd Hector.
Yes, my Astyanax; we'll go together!
Together to the Realms of Night we'll go!
There to thy ravish'd Eyes thy Sire I'll show,
And point him out among the Shades below.
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