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Gold—ancient vaults of gold of Priam's line.

This is it thou art fain to tell thy son?

Yea, by thy mouth: thou art a righteous man.

What needeth then the presence of my sons?

Better they knew, if haply thou shouldst die.

Well hast thou said: yea, 'twere the wiser way.

Dost know where stood Athênê's Trojan fane?

There?—is the gold there?—and the token, what?

A black rock from the earth's face jutting forth.

Hast aught beside to tell me of that hoard?

Some jewels I brought forth with me—wouldst keep these?