The Farewell of Hector and Andromache.

Maid. - What makes the masters play fools in their old age?
Andromache. - My dear!
Hector. - What, my dear?
Andromache. - You have to admit that we have become tiresome for both the public and ourselves.
Hector. - We have become tiresome, my dear.
Andromache. - So is this our last farewell?
Hector. - Ask the Academy.