Whom thou wilt designate for punishment.
What doubts harass thy troubled soul? No more
Is Hector here.—Oh, say not so; I feel
He is both here and there. But sure am I
That this my child is still in life, perchance
To be the avenger of his father's death.
But both I cannot spare. What then? O soul,660
Save of the two, whom most the Greeks do fear.
Ulysses [aside]: Now must I force her answer.
[To Andromache.]