But he at least can hear that you are alive, and feel joy in his heart, and look forward every day to seeing his dear son return from Troy. But my fate is utter miser I fathered sons who were heroes in the broad land of Troy, and I tell you not one of them is left. I had fifty, when the sons of the Achaians came. Nineteen were from the womb of one mother and the others were borne to me by the women in my house. Furious Ares has collapsed the strencth of most of these. And the one son I had, who guarded our city and people, you have now killed as he fought to defend his country - Hector. And it is for his sake that I come now to the ships of the Achaians, to win his release from you , and I bring unlimited ransom. Respect the gods, then, Achilleus, and have pity on me, remembering your own father. But I am yet more pitiable than he. I have brought to my lips the hands of the man who killed my child.'
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