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14 is defiled by the dead. For we are in thy hand; and man's noblest task is to help others by his best means and powers.

Alas, how dreadful to have wisdom where it profits not the wise! Aye, I knew this well, but let it slip out of mind; else would I never have come here.

. What now? How sad thou hast come in!

. Let me go home; most easily wilt thou bear thine own burden to the end, and I mine, if thou wilt consent.

. Thy words are strange, nor kindly to this State which nurtured thee, when thou withholdest this response.

. Nay, I see that thou, on thy part, openest not thy lips in season: therefore I speak not, that neither may I have thy mishap.

. For the love of the gods, turn not away, if thou hast knowledge: all we suppliants implore thee on our knees.

. Aye, for ye are all without knowledge; but never will I reveal my griefs—that I say not thine.

. How sayest thou? Thou knowest the secret, and wilt not tell it, but art minded to betray us and to destroy the State?

. I will pain neither myself nor thee. Why vainly ask these things? Thou wilt not learn them from me.