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Then seek my mother's presence, and declare

My news.

Thy very words, child, as tho' spoke

From thine own lips!

Brother, thine hour is struck.

Thou standest in the van of war this day.

Aye, I am ready. I will go my way,

If but some man will guide me.

Here am I,

To speed thee to the end, right thankfully.

Zeus of my sires, Zeus of the lost battle,

Have pity; have pity; we have earned it well!

Pity these twain, of thine own body sprung!

O Queen o'er Argive altars, Hera high,