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Book 13. "When Paris Shafts with Phœbus certain Aid "At length had pierc'd this dreaded Chief, I said, "Secure of future Ills, He can no more: "But see, he still pursues me as before. "With Rage rekindled his dead Ashes burn "And his yet murd'ring Ghost my wretched House must mourn. "This Tyrant's Lust of Slaughter I have fed "With large Supplies from my too fruitful Bed. "Troy's Tow'rs lye waste; and the wide Ruin ends "The Publick Woe; but Me fresh Woe attends. "Troy still survives to me; to none but me; "And from its Ills I never must be free, "I, who so late had Power, and Wealth, and Ease, "Bless'd with my Husband, and a large Encrease, "Must now in Poverty an Exile mourn; "Ev'n from the Tombs of my dead offspring torn: "Giv'n to Penelope, who proud of Spoil, "Allots me to the Loom's ungrateful Toil; "Points to her Dames, and cries with scorning Mien "See Hectors Mother and great Priams Queen! "And Thou, my Child, sole Hope of all that's lost, "Thou now art slain to sooth this Hostile Ghost. "Yes, my Child falls an Offering to my Foe! "Then what am I, who still survive this Woe? "Say, cruel Gods! for what new Scenes of Death "Must a poor aged Wretch prolong this hated Breath? "Troy fal'n, to whom could Priam happy seem? "Yet was he so; and happy must I deem "His Death; for O! my Child, he saw not thine, "When he his Life did with his Troy resign. "Yet sure due Obsequies thy Tomb might grace; "And thou shalt sleep amidst thy Kingly Race. "Alas! my Child, such Fortune does not wait "Our Suffering House in this abandon'd State. "A foreign Grave, and thy poor Mother's Tears "Are all the Honours that attend thy Herse. "All