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38 When we shall stand again as now we stand,

And stint not.—Stay, Old Man: thou, being at hand

At the edge of time, advise me, by what way

Best to requite my father's murderers. Say,

Have I in Argos any still to trust;

Or is the love, once borne me, trod in dust,

Even as my fortunes are? Whom shall I seek?

By day or night? And whither turn, to wreak

My will on them that hate us? Say.

My son,

In thine adversity, there is not one

Will call thee friend. Nay, that were treasure-trove,

A friend to share, not faltering from love,

Fair days and foul the same. Thy name is gone

Forth to all Argos, as a thing o'erthrown

And dead. Thou hast not left one spark to glow

With hope in one friend's heart! Hear all, and know:

Thou hast God's fortune and thine own right hand,

Naught else, to conquer back thy fatherland.

The deed, the deed! What must we do?

Strike down

Aegisthus and thy mother.

'Tis the crown

My race is run for. But how find him?