Have dried their tears for these. But now
We weep, O father, king, for thee.655
We saw, with our own eyes we saw,
The old man slain by Pyrrhus' impious hand,
Whose scanty blood scarce stained the gleaming brand.
Cassandra: Restrain your tears which lingering time awaits,
Ye Trojan dames; weep not for me and mine.660
Let each bewail her several woes; but I
For my own heavy grief have tears enough.
Band: Yet 'tis a balm of grief to know