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Rh She send aloft, if haply Ilion's city

Be taken, as the beacon boasts announcing.

Ay, and, for me, myself will dance a prelude,

For, that my masters' dice drop right, I'll reckon:

Since thrice-six has it thrown to me, this signal.

Well, may it hap that, as he comes, the loved hand

O' the household's lord I may sustain with this hand!

As for the rest, I'm mute: on tongue a big ox

Has trodden. Yet this House, if voice it take should,

Most plain would speak. So, willing I myself speak

To those who know: to who know not—I'm blankness.

The tenth year this, since Priamos' great match,

King Menelaos, Agamemnon King,