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 * Nor how to him I have, in word alone,
 * Given my daughter's hand.


 * Fearfully, Agamemnon, was this done,
 * That thou shouldst bring thy child, O King,
 * Hither, named bride unto the Goddess' son,
 * Yet a burnt-offering!


 * Woe! I was all distraught:
 * I am reeling ruin-ward!
 * Speed thy foot, ancient, slacking nought
 * For eld.

I speed, my lord.


 * Sit thee not down where the forest-founts leap,
 * Neither be bound by the spell of sleep.


 * Breathe not such doubt abhorred!


 * When thou comest where ways part, keenly then
 * Watch, lest a chariot escape thy ken,
 * Whose rolling wheels peradventure may bear
 * My daughter hitherward, even to where
 * Be the ships of the Danaan men.
 * For, if thou light on her escort-train,