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AGAMEMNON.
By the kin-born flowing of blood,
—Black Ares: to where, having gone,
He shall leave off, flowing done,
At the frozen-child's-flesh food.
King, king, how shall I beweep thee!
From friendly soul what ever say?
Thou liest where webs of the spider o'ersweep thee,
In impious death, life breathing away.
Oh, me—me!
This couch not free!
By a slavish death subdued thou art,
From the hand, by the two-edged dart.
KLUTAIMNESTRA.
No death "unfit for the free"
