If fate assist us in our wretchedness,510
'Twill be to thee a safe retreat; if life
The fates deny, thou hast a sepulcher.
[The boy enters the tomb, and the gates are closed and barred behind him.]
Old Man: Now do the bolted gates protect their charge.
But thou, lest any sign of fear proclaim
Where thou hast hid the boy, come far away.
Andromache: Who fears from near at hand, hath less of fear;515
But, if thou wilt, take we our steps away.
[Ulysses is seen approaching.]