GRIEF.
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I'll go; and in the anguish of my heart—- Weep o'er my child—If he must die, my life Is wrapt in his; I shall not long survive. 'Tis for his sake that I have suffer'd life; Groan'd in captivity; and outliv'd Hector.— Yes, my Astyanax! we'll go together; Together—to the realms of night we'll go.