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462—471 All were in vain: the fates thy death demand,

Due to a mortal and immortal hand."

Then ceased for ever, by the Furies tied,

His fateful voice. The intrepid chief replied

With unabated rage: "So let it be!

Portents and prodigies are lost on me:

I know my fates: to die, to see no more

My much-loved parents, and my native shore

Enough: when heaven ordains, I sink in night;

Now perish Troy! "He said, and rushed to fight.