'what mind so hard, most miserable husband drives you to put on these weapons? Or where do you run? No such help nor such defences does time need, not, if my Hector himself was now present
'To here at last withdraw; this altar will protect all, or you will die together with us'
Thus having spoken she drew the aged one to her and placed him on the sacred seat.
But look Polites escaping from the slaughter of Pyrrhus, one of the sons of Priam, through weapons, through the enemy
he flees through the long colonnade, and he goes through the empty atrium wounded
Pyrrhus follows him, burning with a threatening wound and now, now he presses him with a spear.
When at last he escaped in front of the eyes and faces of his parents, he fell, and poured out his life with much blood.
Here Priam, although he was now held in the middle of death, however he did not hold back, nor did he spare his voice in anger:
Indeed in return for your wickedness, in return for such outrageous deeds, if there is any righteousness in heaven, which cares for such things may the Gods pay worthy thanks and give back the rewards owed, who made me see the death of my sin before my eyes outraged a fathers countenance with death.