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72 Neighing of war-steeds, shouts of sharp command, Snapping of shivered spears; for all are brave When all men look to them expectantly; But he is truly brave who faces death Within his chamber, at a sudden call, At night, when no man sees,—content to die When life can serve no longer those he loves.&quot; Then thus Acastus: &quot;Sister, I fear not Death, nor the empty darkness of the grave, And hold my life but as a little thing, Subject unto my people s call, and Fate. But if ’t is little, no greater is the king’s; And though my heart bleeds sorely, I recall Astydamia, who thus would mourn for me. We are not cowards, we youth of Thessaly, And Thessaly yea,—all Greece—knoweth it; Nor will we brook the name from even you, Albeit a queen, and uttering these wild words Through your unwonted sorrow.&quot; Then she knew That he stood firm, and turning from him, cried To the king’s parents: &quot;Are ye deaf with grief, Pheres, Clymene? Ye can save your son, Yet rather stand and weep with barren tears. O, shame! to think that such gray, reverend hairs Should cover such unvenerable heads! What would ye lose?—a remnant of mere life, A few slight raveled threads, and give him years