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Doth Something vaunt! KLUTAIMNESTRA.Now, of a truth, hast thou set uprightThy mouth’s opinion, —Naming the Sprite,The triply gross,O’er the race that has dominion:For through him it is that ErosThe carnage-lickerIn the belly is bred: ere ended quiteIs the elder throe — new ichor! CHOROS.Certainly, great of mightAnd heavy of wrath, the SpriteThou tellest of, in the palace(Woe, woe!)— An evil tale of a fateBy Até’s maliceRendered insatiate! Oh, oh, —King, king, how shall I beweep thee?From friendly soul whatever say?