What thy free will withholds.
Andromache: But safe is she,
Who can face death, who ought and longs to die.
Ulysses: But death brought near would still thy haughty words.
Andromache: If 'tis thy will, Ulysses, to inspire575
Andromache with fear, then threaten life;
For death has long been object of my prayer.
Ulysses: With stripes, with flames, with lingering pains of death
Shalt thou be forced to speak, against thy will,
What now thou dost conceal, and from thy heart