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1432—1456] . For the gods' love—since thou hast done a gentle violence to my presage, who hast come in a spirit so noble to me, a man most vile—grant me a boon;—for thy good I will speak, not for mine own.

. And what wish art thou so fain to have of me?

. Cast me out of this land with all speed, to a place where no mortal shall be found to greet me more.

. This would I have done, be thou sure, but that I craved first to learn all my duty from the god.

. Nay, his behest hath been set forth in full,—to let me perish, the parricide, the unholy one, that I am.

. Such was the purport; yet, seeing to what a pass we have come, 'tis better to learn clearly what should be done.

. Will ye, then, seek a response on behalf of such a wretch as I am?

. Aye, for thou thyself wilt now surely put faith in the god.

. Yea; and on thee lay I this charge, to thee will I make this entreaty:—give to her who is within such burial as thou thyself wouldest; for thou wilt meetly render the last rites to thine own. But for me—never let this city of my sire be condemned to have me dwelling therein, while I live: no, suffer me to abide on the hills, where yonder is Cithaeron, famed as mine,—which my mother and sire, while they lived, set for my appointed tomb,—that so I may die by their decree who sought to slay me. Howbeit of thus much am I sure,—that neither sickness nor aught else can destroy