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162 Those in sore need. For thy sake suffer I

Wrongfully—by thy brother am betrayed,

Though I wrought righteousness. I fain would seize

His wife, and slay: be thou our help herein!

Come, father, come, if thou in earth's embrace

Hearest thy children cry, who die for thee!

My father's kinsman, to my prayers withal,

Agamemnon, hearken; save thy children thou.

I slew my mother—

But I grasped the sword!—

I cheered thee on, snapped trammels of delay!—

Sire, for thine help!

Nor I abandoned thee!

Wilt thou not hear this challenge—save thine own?

I pour thee tears for offerings!