... Oh, my daughter—your wretched, untimely fate! Farewell, my mother! farewell, Cassandra! “Fare well!” others do, but not your mother, no! You too, my brother Polydorus, in Thrace , the home of steeds! Yes, if he lives, which I doubt; so luckless am I in every way. He lives; and, when you die, he will close your eyes. I am dead; sorrow has forestalled death here. Come...