Or in their sight will we together die.
Priam joins the women at the altar.
But see, Polites comes, by Pyrrhus pressed;
Through hostile arms, through halls and colonnades,
He flees alone in sore distress of wounds,
While Pyrrhus follows hard with deadly aim.
And now, Oh, now he grasps and thrusts him through.
Polites falls dead at the feet of Priam and Hecuba.
Priam, springing up and facing Pyrrhus (535-543):
For that base crime of thine, that impious deed,