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AGAMEMNON.
111
CHOROS.
But know thou patient art from thy brave spirit!
KASSANDRA.
Such things hears no one of the happy-fortuned.
CHOROS.
But gloriously to die—for man is grace, sure!
KASSANDRA.
Ah, sire, for thee and for thy noble children!
CHOROS.
But what thing is it? What fear turns thee backwards?
KASSANDRA.
Alas, alas!
