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 Death, and sudden destruction unaware. What shall we say now? what thing comes of us?

Alas, for all this all men undergo.

Wherefore I will not that these twain, O gods, Die as a dog dies, eaten of creeping things, Abominable, a loathing; but though dead Shall they have honour and such funereal flame As strews men’s ashes in their enemies’ face And blinds their eyes who hate them: lest men say, 'Lo how they lie, and living had great kin, And none of these hath pity of them, and none Regards them lying, and none is wrung at heart, None moved in spirit for them, naked and slain, Abhorred, abased, and no tears comfort them:’’ And in the dark this grieve Eurythemis, Hearing how these her sons come down to her Unburied, unavenged, as kinless men, And had a queen their sister. That were shame Worse than this grief. Yet how to atone at all I know not; seeing the love of my born son, A new-made mother’s new-born love, that grows