That thus thy parting soul may mate with his,
Within the borders of Elysium.
Andromache [observing the joy with which Polyxena receives these tidings]: Behold, her soul leaps up with mighty joy945
At thought of death; she seeks the festal robes
Wherewith to deck her for the bridal rites,
And yields her golden locks to Helen's hands.
Who late accounted wedlock worse than death,
Now hails her death with more than bridal joy.
[Observing Hecuba.]
But see, her mother stands amazed with woe,