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488 This is Odysseus' work—for who beside

Of Argives had devised or wrought such deed?

I fear him, and my mind misgives me sore

Lest he have met our Dolon too, and slain.

Long time hath he been gone, nor yet appears.

I know not thine Odysseus, whom thou nam'st.

I have been smitten by no alien foe.

Then think thou so, if this to thee seem good.

Land of my fathers, O to die in thee!

Die not: suffice this multitude of dead.

Ah, whither turn me, of my lord bereft?

Shelter and healing shall mine own house give thee.

How shall the hands of murderers tend mine hurts?

This man will cease not telling the same tale.