| You are ANDROMACHE. You weep for your son Astyanax, who will not grow up to manhood, as Hector will not be there to save Troy. He will become a slave, or be thrown from the wall to his death. You know Hector killed many Greeks, whose friends will be out for revenge. You wish so much that Hector could have died in bed, "reaching out to you with some tender word you could have treasured for the rest of your life." |
