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Dreading his death his father sent him thence.

And whither drew him from the rest apart?

Unto this land, where dead hath he been found.

To Polymestor, ruler of the land?

Yea—sent in charge of thrice-accursed gold.

And of whom slain, and lighting on what doom?

Of whom save one?—that Thracian friend slew him.

O wretch!—for that he lusted for the gold?

Even so, when Phrygia's fall was known of him.

Where found'st thou him?—or who hath brought thy dead?

She there: upon the strand she chanced on him.