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Rh "Aegisthus dies, Aegisthus dies." Ah me,

My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,

This wrestling with dark death, behold, I too

Am dead that hour. Think of me as one true,

Not one that lives. I have a sword made keen

For this, and shall strike deep.

I will go in

And make all ready. If there come from thee

Good tidings, all my house for ecstasy

Shall cry; and if we hear that thou art dead,

Then comes the other end!—Lo, I have said.

I know all, all.

Then be a man to-day!

O Women, let your voices from this fray

Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,

The sword across my knees, expecting it.

For never, though they kill me, shall they touch

My living limbs!—I know my way thus much. [She goes into the house.

When white-haired folk are met

In Argos about the fold,

A story lingereth yet,

A voice of the mountains old,

That tells of the Lamb of Gold: