And.Sing sorrow. . . .
Hec.For me, for me!
Sing for the Great City,
That falleth, falleth to be
A shadow, a fire departed.
Andromache.
[Strophe 2.
Come to me, O my lover!
Hec.The dark shroudeth him over,
My flesh, woman, not thine, not thine!
And.Make of thine arms my cover!
Hecuba.
[Antistrophe 2.
O thou whose wound was deepest,
Thou that my children keepest,
Priam, Priam, O age-worn King,
Gather me where thou sleepest.
Andromache (her hands upon her heart).
[Strophe 3.
O here is the deep of desire,
Hec.(How? And is this not woe?)
And.For a city burned with fire;
Hec.(It beateth, blow on blow.)
And.God's wrath for Paris, thy son, that he died not long ago:
Who sold for his evil love
Troy and the towers thereof:
Therefore the dead men lie
Naked, beneath the eye