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If I die nameless, I shall not be mocked.

Now wherefore grudge me this? So proud art thou?

My body shalt thou slaughter, not my name.

Not even thy city wilt thou name to me?

Thou seekest to no profit: I must die.

Yet, as a grace to me, why grant not this?

Argos the glorious boast I for my land.

'Fore Heaven, stranger, art indeed her son?

Yea—of Mycenæ, prosperous in time past.