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Rh And faint thou not nor fail before the time,

O'er this toil brooding; hie to Pallas city;

As suppliant her ancient image clasp.

There having judges of thy cause, and words

Of suasive power, some means we shall devise

For evermore to free thee from these toils;

For at my bidding was thy mother slain.

Apollo lord, justice full well thou knowest;

Since then thou knowest, learn to practise it.

Of good success thy might is warranty.

Remember, nor let fear unnerve thy mind.

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But thou, true brother mine, blood of my sire,

Hermes, protect him;—faithful to thy name,

Be thou his escort, shepherding this man,

My suppliant; for Zeus himself reveres

The sacred right of outlaws, which to mortals

From thy safe convoy cometh. Fortune's boon.

[Exit, conducted by.

[Ghost of appears behind. ''She is arrayed in her robe of state, sombre and shadow-like. Her breast is bare, and the bloody wound visible near the neck''.]

Sleep on! Ho there! what need of sleepers here?

But I by you, among the other dead,

Dishonoured thus, from them the keenest taunts,

For his sake whom I slew, must needs endure.

In deep disgrace I wander;—this I tell you,