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Rh My fate and Agamemnon's. Life suffice me!

Ah, strangers!

I cry not "ah"—as bird at bush—through terror

Idly! to me, the dead, bear witness this much:

When, for me—woman, there shall die a woman,

And, for a man ill-wived, a man shall perish!

This hospitality I ask as dying.

O sufferer, thee—thy foretold fate I pity.

Yet once for all, to speak a speech, I fain am:

No dirge, mine for myself! The sun I pray to,

Fronting his last light!—to my own avengers—