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Me for mine happiness—yet for my sorrow—^[1]
To thy sire Hermes gave, to ward for him, 910
My lord, who now is here, who claims his own.
Slain, how should he regain me, or thy sire
How render back the living to the dead?
O have regard to God's will and thy sire's!
Would Heaven, would the dead king, render back 915
Their neighbour's goods, or would they not consent?
Yea, would they, I trow! Thou shouldst not have respect
To wanton brother more than righteous sire.
If thou, a seer, who dost believe in God,
Thy father's righteous purpose shalt pervert, 920
And to thine unjust brother do a grace,
'Twere shame that thou shouldst know all things divine,
Present and future,—yet not know the right.
Now me, the wretched, whelmed in misery,
Save, and vouchsafe us this our fortune's crown. 925
For there is none but hateth Helen now,
Through Hellas called forsaker of my lord
To dwell in gold-abounding Phrygian halls.
But if to Greece I come, in Sparta stand,
Then, hearing, seeing, that by heaven's device 930
They died, nor was I traitress to my friends,
They shall restore me unto virtue's ranks;
I shall betroth the child none now will wed;
And, leaving this my bitter homelessness,
Shall I enjoy the treasures in mine home. 935
Lo, if my lord had died, slain on some pyre,^[2]