GRIEF.

I'll go; and in the anguish of my heart—-
Weep o'er my child—If he must die, my life
Is wrapt in his; I shall not long survive.
'Tis for his sake that I have suffer'd life;
Groan'd in captivity; and outliv'd Hector.—
Yes, my Astyanax! we'll go together;
Together—to the realms of night we'll go.