My belovèd and my son!LEADER.Goddess, if tears for such as thee may runIn our low eyes, I weep for thy dead son.

MUSE.I say to thee: Curse Odysseus,And cursèd be Diomede!For they made me childless, and forlorn for ever, ofthe flower of sons.Yea, curse Helen, who left the houses of Hellas.She knew her lover, she feared not the ships and sea.She called thee, called thee, to die for the sake of Paris,