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Rh More lightly now the grief of that Sea-queen

Shall fall on me: for her son too must die.

Thee first we Sisters will with dirges hymn,

Achilles then, in Thetis' hour of grief.

Not him shall Pallas save, who murdered thee,

Such shaft doth Loxias' quiver keep for him.

Ah, woes of mothers! Miseries of men!

Yea, whoso taketh true account of you

Childless will live, nor bear sons for the grave.

Now are the King's death-rites his mother's care.

But if thou wilt do work that lies to hand,

Hector, 'tis time; for yonder dawns the day.

Depart ye: bid our comrades straightway arm,

And lay the yokes upon the car-steeds' necks.

Then torch in hand must ye await the blast

Of Tuscan clarion; for I trust to press