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Lest the surge sweep pollution back to shore.

Phœnician oars shall traverse soon the space

'Twere well done, and a grace to Menelaus.

Dost thou not, without her, suffice for this?

This must be done by mother, wife, or child. 1275

Hers then the task, thou say'st, to entomb her lord?

Yea, piety bids not rob the dead of dues.

Let her go:—best to foster in my wife
Piety. From mine halls the death-dues take.
Nor empty-handed will I send thee hence, 1275
For this thy kindness shown her. For good news
Thou hast brought me, raiment in thy bare rags' stead
And food shalt thou have, so that thou may'st come
To Greece, whom now I see in sorriest plight.
And, hapless, thou fret not thine heart away 1275
Without avail. Menelaus hath his doom,
And thy dead husband cannot live again.