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Flee will we not, but we will fire the halls.

How, this thy fathers' home wilt thou destroy?

Lest thou seize this—yea, slay her o'er its flames.

Slay on,—and taste my vengeance for her death!

So be it (raises sword).

Ah! in no wise do the deed!

Peace—and endure ill-fortune, thy just due.

How—just that thou shouldst live?

Yea—rule withal.

What land?

Pelasgian Argos, even this.