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Tarry:—first, one reproach have I for thee:

Thou didst expect that I would live, thou dead!

How, what hast thou to do to die with me?

Dost ask? Without thy friendship what were life?

Thy mother thou slew'st not, as I—woe's me?

I shared thy deed, thy sufferings must I share.

Restore thee to thy sire; die not with me.

Thou hast a city,—none to me is left,—

A father's home, a haven wide of wealth.

Thou canst not wed this maiden evil-starred

Whom I for friendship's sake betrothed to thee.

Yet take thee another bride and rear thee sons:

The looked-for tie 'twixt thee and me is not.

Now, O dear name of my companionship,

Farewell!—not this for us, perchance for thee:

For us, the dead, is no glad faring-well!

Far dost thou fail of hitting mine intent.

May neither fruitful earth receive my blood,