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Once they had borne him [Hector]
into the famous halls, they laid the body down
on his large carved bed and set beside him singers
to lead off the laments, and their voices rose in grief -
they lifted high the dirge as the women wailed in answer.
And white-armed Andromache led their songs of sorrow,
cradling the head of Hector, man-killing Hector
gently in her arms: "O my husband...
cut off from life so young! You leave me a widow,
lost in the royal halls - and the boy only a baby,
the son we bore together, you and I so doomed..."
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