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Ho there, ye Men of Argos! Up! Stand and be ready, sword from sheath!

By Heaven, I also, sword in hand, am ready, and refuse not death!

Come, find it! We accept thy word. Thou offerest what we hunger for.

Nay, peace, O best-belovèd! Peace! And let us work no evil more.

Surely the reaping of the past is a full harvest, and not good,

And wounds enough are everywhere.—Let us not stain ourselves with blood.

Ye reverend Elders, go your ways, to his own dwelling every one,

Ere things be wrought for which men suffer.—What we did must needs be done.

And if of all these strifes we now may have no more, oh, I will kneel