You that once were the wife of Hector, bravest of the Phrygians, do not hate me, for I am not a willing messenger. The Danaids and sons of Pelops both command—AndromacheWhat is it? your prelude bodes evil news.TalthybiusIt is decreed your son is—how can I tell my news?AndromacheSurely not to have a different master from me?TalthybiusNone of all Achaea’s chiefs shall ever lord it over him.AndromacheIs it their will to leave him here, a remnant of Phrygia’s race?TalthybiusI know no words to break the sorrow lightly to you.