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Too late! Hast thou nought else to tell me?

I brought back From that last field the banner of my sires, And my own death-wound.

Thine!

Another hour Shall hush its throbs for ever. I go hence, And with me——

No!—Man could not lift his hands— —Where hast thou left thy sons?

I have no sons.

What hast thou said?

That now there lives not one To wear the glory of mine ancient house, When I am gone to rest.