My way and told me his, the Phokian Strophios
(For so I learnt in talking) said to me,
“Since thou dost go, my friend, for Argos bound,
In any case, tell those who gave him birth,
Remembering it right well, Orestes' death;
See thou forget it not, and whether plans
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Prevail to fetch him home, or bury him
There where he is, a stranger evermore,
Bear back the message as thy freight for us;