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EURIPIDES.

Helen.

Why dost thou mock me? Let the dead man be.


Theoklymenus.

So loyal to thy lord, thou shunnest me. 1230


Helen.

No more will I: prepare my bridal now.


Theoklymenus.

Late comes it, yet with praise and thanks of me!


Helen.

Know'st then thy part? Let us forget the past.


Theoklymenus.

Thy terms?—since favour is for favour due.


Helen.

Let us make truce: be reconciled to me. 1235


Theoklymenus.

I put away our feud: let it take wings.


Helen.

Now then by these thy knees, since friend thou art—


Theoklymenus.

What seekest thou with suppliant arms outstretched?


Helen.

The dead, mine husband, fain would I entomb.

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