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If he doth live. I doubt: so dark is all.

He lives, and he shall close thy dying eyes.

I—I have died ere dying, through my woes.

Muffle mine head, Odysseus, and lead on.

For, ere ye slay me, hath my mother's moan

Melted mine heart, and mine is melting hers.

O Light!—for yet on thy name may I call—

Yet all my share in thee is that scant space

Hence to the sword-edge and Achilles' pyre.

[Exeunt Odysseus and Polyxena.

Ah me! I swoon—beneath me fail my limbs!

O daughter, touch thy mother—reach thine hand—

Give it, nor childless leave me!—Friends—undone!—

Oh thus to see that sister of Zeus' sons,

Helen the Spartan!—for by her bright eyes

In shameful fall she brought down prosperous Troy.

[Swoons.