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But since this to do thou thinkest -- and not talk -- thou soon shalt know!
Up then, comrades dear! the proper thing to do--not distant this!
Up then! hilt in hold, his sword let everyone aright dispose!
Ay, but I myself too, hilt in hold, do not refuse to die.
Thou wilt die, thou say'st, to who accept it. We the chance demand.
Nowise, O belovedest of men, may we do other ills!
To have reaped away these, even, is a harvest much to me.
Go, both thou and these the old men, to the homes appointed each,
Ere ye suffer! It behoved one do these things just as we did:
And if of these troubles there should be enough -- we may assent
-- By the Daimon's heavy heel unfortunately stricken ones!
So a woman's counsel hath it -- if one judge it learning-worth.
But to think that these at me the idle tongue should thus o'erbloom,
And throw out such words -- the Daimon's power experimenting on --
And, of modest knowledge missing, -- me, the ruler, . . .
Ne'er may this befall Argeians -- wicked man to fawn before!
Anyhow, in after days, will I, yes, I, be at thee yet!
Not if hither should the Daimon make Orestes straightway come!
O, I know, myself, that fugitives on hopes are pasture-fed!
Do thy deed, get fat, defiling justice, since the power is thine!
Know that thou shalt give me satisfaction for this folly's sake!
Boast on, bearing thee audacious, like a cock his females by!
Have not thou respect for these same idle yelpings! I and thou
Will arrange it, o'er this household ruling excellently well.
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