your sister’s company in death? You should have
called me to share your fate—the same keen sword-pang,
the same hour, should have been the end of both. And 30
did these hands build the pile, this voice call on the gods
of our house, that you might lie there, while I, hard-hearted
wretch, was away? Yes, sister, you have destroyed
yourself and me, the people and the elders of Sidon,
and your own fair city. Let in the water to the wounds; 35
let me cleanse them, and if any remains of breath be
still flickering, catch them in my mouth!” As she thus