Andromache
sung
Here am I, hands bloodied with the tight bonds about them, being sent down to death. Boy
sung
Mother, o mother, under [505] your wing I go down as well. Andromache
sung
This is a cruel sacrifice, o rulers of Phthia! Boy
sung
Father, come and help those you love. Andromache
sung
[510] Dear child, you will lie below dead with your dead mother, next to her breast. Boy
sung
Oh me! What will become of me? Unhappy are we, you and I, mother.