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The fear that steals o'er me—is this not thine?

If thou tell not, how should I understand?

All this the seed of Sisyphus doth know.

Odysseus cannot injure thee and me. 525

He is aye shifty—a mob-partizan.

Thrall to ambition is he—perilous bane.

Will he not rise, think'st thou, in the Argive midst
And tell the oracles that Kalchas spake,
And how I promised Artemis her victim, 530
And now play false? And, rousing so the host,
Shall bid them slay thee, me, and sacrifice
The maiden? Though to Argos I escape,
Yet will they come, destroy it, to the ground
Raze it with all its walls Cyclopian. 535
Even this is mine affliction, woe is me!
How by the Gods I am whelmed amidst despair!
Take heed for one thing, brother, through the host
Passing, that Klytemnestra hear this not,