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 Tell me that, anyway; a small tale has often before now tripped men up, or set them upright. Chrysothemis
It is said that she saw the father of you and of me restored to the sunlight and to her company once more. Then he took the scepter—  once his own, but now carried by Aegisthus—and planted it at the hearth. From it branched upward a flourishing limb, by which the whole land of the Mycenaeans was overshadowed. Such was the tale that I heard told by one who was present  when she revealed her dream to the Sun-god. More than this I do not know, except that she sent me by reason of this fear of hers. Now, I beg you by our ancestral gods, obey me, and do not fall in your senselessness!  If you reject me now, it is in misery that you will next seek me out.
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