Into the depths below.—
Andromache: What Colchian, what wandering Scythian,
What lawless race that dwells by Caspia's sea1105
Could do or dare a crime so hideous?
No blood of helpless children ever stained
Busiris' altars, monster though he was;
Nor did the horses of the Thracian king
E'er feed on tender limbs. Where is my boy?
Who now will take and lay him in the tomb?1110
Messenger: Alas, my lady, how can aught remain