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114. I am a broken man; yes, I see the gates that close upon the dead.

. Canst leave me thus with murder on my soul!

. No, no; I set thee free from this bloodguiltiness.

. What sayest thou? dost absolve me from bloodshed?

. Artemis, the archer-queen, is my witness that I do.

. My own dear child, how generous dost thou show thyself to thy father!

. Farewell, dear father! a long farewell to thee!

. O that holy, noble soul of thine!

. Pray to have children such as me born in lawful wedlock.

. O leave me not, my son; endure awhile.

. 'Tis finished, my endurance; I die, father; quickly cover my face with a mantle.

. O glorious Athens, realm of Pallas, what a splendid hero ye have lost! Ah me, ah me! How oft shall I remember thy evil work, O Cypris!

. On all our citizens hath come this universal sorrow, unforeseen. Now shall the copious tear gush forth, for sad news about great men takes more than usual hold upon the heart.