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Yea, these insult me: Argos hears them now.

Doth Argos let thee keep thy father's sceptre?

How should they, who no more would let me live?

What do they which thou canst for certain tell?

This day shall they pass sentence on my fate.

For exile, death, or other doom than death?

To die by stoning at the people's hands.

Why flee not o'er the confines of the land?

I am in the toils, ringed round by brazen arms.

Of private foes, or of all Argos' power?

Of all the folk, that I may die;—soon said.