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 The time has come for each of us to veil his head and steal away on foot, or to sit and take on the swift yoke of rowing,  giving her way to the sea-faring ship. So angry are the threats which the brother-kings, the sons of Atreus, speed against us! I fear to share in bitter death beneath an onslaught of stones,  crushed at this man's side, whom an untouchable fate holds in its grasp.
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