And though they count by hundreds they shall die.
Ath. If one escape, his joy will be for thine.
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Ul. All shall be slain, though ’twere a task too heavy
For great Alcides. But my son in this
Should stand with me. May I not see him first?
Shall he not know me, and, in that embrace
I yearn for, knit his willing strength with mine?
Ath. Telemachus hath lately at my bidding
Sailed hence to Lacedæmon, there to inquire