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This shall I tell him for thy firm resolve?

My mother's blood for his—then welcome death!

Ah, were Orestes nigh to hear that word!

But, stranger, though I saw, I should not know him.

No marvel—a child parted from a child.

One only of my friends would know him now,—

Who stole him out of murder's clutch, men say?

The sometime agèd child-ward of my sire.

And thy dead father—hath he found a tomb?

Such tomb as he hath found, flung forth his halls!

Ah me, what tale is this!—Yea, sympathy