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Rh Mid vengeance on Menelaus breathe out life.

Might we gain one thing, fortunate were we

If, past hope, chanced to us deliverance,

To slay and not be slain. For this I pray:

For sweet is this I wish for—through the lips

To cheer the heart with winged words costing nought.

I, brother, have this same thing found, meseems,—

Deliverance for thee, for him, for me.

God's foresight claim'st thou! —yet why say I this,

Since I know wisdom dwelleth in thine heart?

Hearken then: give thou also (to Pyl.) heed hereto.

Speak: there is pleasure even in hope of good.

Thou knowest Helen's daughter?—wherefore ask?

I know—my mother nursed Hermionê.

Even she hath gone to Klytemnestra's tomb.