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O wretched, in my dreadful daring!  How dreadful were the things I endured, alas, my brother! By only a little you escaped an unholy death, slain by my hands. But how will these things end? What fortune will assist me?  What way will I find to send you from this city, from slaughter, to your native Argos,  before the sword draws near to your blood? This is your business, unhappy soul, to find out. On the dry land, not in a ship?  But if you go on foot, through trackless paths and barbarian tribes, you will draw near to death.  But through the dark rocks of the narrow passage is a long way for flight by ship. I am unhappy, unhappy!  Who, either god or mortal or something unexpected, might accomplish a way that is no way, and reveal a release from troubles for the only two children of the house of Atreus?