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270 How say you that my grief is shared with Hector's sire and son? The babe has only smiles for life, his woes are not begun; And Priam, well he knows for him all suffering is done, Ere long he will contented call on me, his only one : " Andromache, Andromache." The pain is mine, as he is mine, my Hector, king and lord; For me alone he keeps his love, for all the world his sword; 'Twill be my name that from his lips shall be with life outpoured, Though neither gods nor men may hear the tender dying word: "Andromache, Andromache."