Still unsubdued. This fear one cause alone550
Doth raise—another Hector. Free the Greeks
From dread of war. For this and this alone
Our idle ships still wait along the shore.
And let me not seem cruel in thy sight,
For that, compelled of fate, I seek thy son:
I should have sought our chieftain's son as well.
Then gently suffer what the victor bids.555
Andromache: Oh, that thou wert within my power to give,
My son, and that I knew what cruel fate