Enter TEUCER.
TEU. Aias, dear brother, comfort of mine eye,
Hast thou then done even as the rumour holds?
CH. Be sure of that, Teucer. He lives no more.
TEU. Oh, then how heavy is the lot I bear!
CH. Yes, thou hast cause—
TEU. O rash assault of woe!—
CH. To mourn full loud.
TEU. Ay me! and where, oh where
On Trojan earth, tell me, is this man’s child?
CH. Beside the huts, untended.
TEU. (to TEC). Oh, with haste
Go bring him hither, lest some enemy’s hand
Snatch him, as from the lion’s widowed mate
The lion-whelp is taken. Spare not speed.
All soon combine in mockery o’er the dead.[Exit TECMESSA