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This man must help our need,

One friend alone for both.

He will, he will!

Speak on. What cunning hast thou found to fill

Thy purpose?

Get thee forth, Old Man, and quick

Tell Clytemnestra tell her I lie sick,

New-mothered of a man-child.

Thou hast borne

A son! But when?

Let this be the tenth morn.

Till then a mother stays in sanctity,

Unseen.

And if I tell her, where shall be

The death in this?

That word let her but hear,

Straight she will seek me out!