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Is't not rare fortune that the King hath smiled

On such a maid?

What of that other child

Ye reft from me but now?

Polyxena? Or what child meanest thou?

The same. What man now hath her, or what doom?

She rests apart, to watch Achilles' tomb.

To watch a tomb? My daughter? What is this?

Speak, Friend? What fashion of the laws of Greece?

Count thy maid happy! She hath naught of ill

To fear

What meanest thou? She liveth still?

I mean, she hath one toil that holds her free

From all toil else.

What of Andromache,

Wife of mine iron-hearted Hector, where

Journeyeth she?