Alas, they thrust me back! O Hector, come,
Break through the bands of fate, upheave the earth,
That thou mayst stay Ulysses' lawless hand.
Thy spirit will suffice.—Behold he comes!
His arms he brandishes, and firebrands hurls.
Ye Greeks, do ye behold him, or do I,
With solitary sight, alone behold?685
Ulysses: This tomb and all it holds will I destroy.
Andromache [aside, while the attendants begin to demolish the tomb]: Ah me, can I permit the son and sire
To be in common ruin overwhelmed?