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Rh O Hecuba, what shall I do?—or fall

At the king's feet, or silent bear mine ills?

Wherefore on me dost turn thy back, and mourn,

Nor tellest what is done, and who is this?

But if, a slave and foe accounting me,

He thrust me from his knees, 'twere pang on pang.

No prophet born am I, to track the path

Of these thy musings, if I hear them not.

Lo, surely am I counting this man's heart

O'ermuch my foe, who is no foe at all.

Sooth, if thou wilt that nought hereof I know,

At one we are: I care not, I, to hear.

I cannot, save with help of him, avenge

My children—wherefore do I dally thus?

I must needs venture, or to win or lose:—

Agamemnon, I beseech thee by thy knees,

And by thy beard, and thy victorious hand—

What matter seekest thou? Wouldst have thy days

Free henceforth? Sooth, thy boon is lightly won.