pleasure in throwing yourself and yours on Troy’s blazing
pile, the door stands open for the death you crave. Pyrrhus
will be here in a moment, fresh from bathing in
Priam’s blood—Pyrrhus, who butchers the son before the 20
father’s face, who butchers the father at the altar. Gracious
mother! was it for this that thou rescuest me from fire and
sword—all that I may see the foe in the heart of my
home’s sanctuary—may see my Ascanius, and my father,
and my Creusa by them sacrificed in a pool of each other’s 25
blood? My arms, friends, bring me my arms! the call