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1711—1740] I, ah me, how to quell my sorrow for thee, my sorrow that is so great.—Ah me! 'twas thy wish to die in a strange land; but now thou hast died without gifts at my hand.

. Woe is me! What new fate, think'st thou, awaits thee and me, my sister, thus orphaned of our sire?

. Nay, since he hath found a blessed end, my children, cease from this lament; no mortal is hard for evil fortune to capture.

. Sister, let us hasten back. . Unto what deed?

. A longing fills my soul. . Whereof?

. To see the dark home—. Of whom?

. Ah me! of our sire. . And how can this thing be lawful? Hast thou no understanding?

. Why this reproof? . And knowest thou not this also—. What wouldst thou tell me more?—. That he was perishing without tomb, apart from all?

. Lead me thither, and then slay me also.

. Ah me unhappy! Friendless and helpless, where am I now to live my hapless life?

. My children, fear not. . But whither am I to flee?

. Already a refuge hath been found—. How meanest thou?—

. —for your fortunes, that no harm should touch them.