Talthybius.
I know not how to tell thee plain!
Andromache.
Thou hast a gentle heart . . . if it be ill,
And not good, news thou hidest!
Talthybius.
'Tis their will
Thy son shall die. . . . The whole vile thing is said
Now!
Andromache.
Oh, I could have borne mine enemy's bed!
Talthybius.