heu! quis te casus deiectam coniuge tanto excipit? aut quae digna satis fortuna revisit, Hectoris Andromache? Pyrrhin conubia servas? deiecit vultum et demissa voce locuta est: O felix una ante alias Priameia virgo, hostilem ad tumulum Troiae sub moenibus altis iussa mori, quae sortitus non pertulit ullos nec victoris eri tetigit captiva cubile!.
Ah! What fate has befallen you, since you lost such a husband? What fortune worthy of you, Hectors Andromache, is yours again? Are you still wedded to Pyrrhus? She cast down her eyes, and with lowered voice spoke: O happy beyond all others, maiden daughter of Priam, bidden to die at a foemans tomb, beneath Troys lofty walls, who never bore the lots award, nor knew, as captive, a conquering masters bed!
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