Read both versions of the passage and choose the one you prefer.
Translator names will be revealed after you vote.
Book 2, Lines 464–465
Hector’s Farewell to Andromache
A
But that day shall not wound mine eyes; the solide heape of night
Shall interpose, and stop mine eares, against thy plaints, and plight.
B
May I lie dead,
hidden deep under a burial mound,
before I hear about your screaming,
as you are dragged away.