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Rh Many the halters from my neck, above head,

Others than I loosed—loosed from neck by main force!

From this cause, sure, the boy stands not beside me—

Possessor of our troth-plights, thine and mine too—

As ought Orestes: be not thou astonished!

For, him brings up our well-disposed guest-captive

Strophios the Phokian—ills that told on both sides

To me predicting—both of thee 'neath Ilion

The danger, and if anarchy's mob-uproar

Thy council should o'erthrow; since it is born with

Mortals,—whoe'er has fallen, the more to kick him.

Such an excuse, I think, no cunning carries!

As for myself—why, of my wails the rushing

Fountains are dried up: not in them a drop more!

And in my late-to-bed eyes damage have I