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144 . Was it not a brother, too, that died in the opposite cause?

. Brother by the same mother and the same sire.

. Why, then, dost thou render a grace that is impious in his sight?

. The dead man will not say that he so deems it.

. Yea, if thou makest him but equal in honour with the wicked.

. It was his brother, not his slave, that perished.

. Wasting this land; while he fell as its champion.

. Nevertheless, Hades desires these rites.

. But the good desires not a like portion with the evil.

. Who knows but this seems blameless in the world below?

. A foe is never a friend—not even in death.

. 'Tis not my nature to join in hating, but in loving.

. Pass, then, to the world of the dead, and, if thou must needs love, love them. While I live, no woman shall rule me.

. Lo, yonder Ismene comes forth, shedding such tears as fond sisters weep; a cloud upon her brow casts its shadow over her darkly-flushing face, and breaks in rain on her fair cheek.

. And thou, who, lurking like a viper in my house, wast secretly draining my life-blood, while I