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From Phocis I, a Daulian, stranger here.-
What time my home I left, for Argos bound,
Starting on foot, with baggage self-equipped,
A man to me unknown, as I to him,
Met me, inquired my route and told me his.
Strophios, the Phocian, as in talk I learned.
"Stranger," he said, "since Argos is thy goal,
Say to the parents,”—strictly mark my words,——
"Dead is Orestes;-grave it on thy mind;-
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Whether the counsel of his friends prevail
To bring him home, or give him sepulture,
Alien for aye;-bear thou their mandates back;
For now the brazen urn doth shroud from sight
The ashes of the hero duly wept."
Such words I heard, and tell thee;—if to those
Who here bear rule I speak, kin to the dead,
I know not;-but 'tis meet his sire should know.
From Phocis I, a Daulian, stranger here.-
What time my home I left, for Argos bound,
Starting on foot, with baggage self-equipped,
A man to me unknown, as I to him,
Met me, inquired my route and told me his.
Strophios, the Phocian, as in talk I learned.
"Stranger," he said, "since Argos is thy goal,
Say to the parents,”—strictly mark my words,——
"Dead is Orestes;-grave it on thy mind;-
670
Whether the counsel of his friends prevail
To bring him home, or give him sepulture,
Alien for aye;-bear thou their mandates back;
For now the brazen urn doth shroud from sight
The ashes of the hero duly wept."
Such words I heard, and tell thee;—if to those
Who here bear rule I speak, kin to the dead,
I know not;-but 'tis meet his sire should know.
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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