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ay near me. Go not far: Ah! ah! O island king, I would this agony Might cleave thy bosom through and through! Woe, woe! Woe! Ah! ye two commanders of the host, Agamemnon, Menelaues, O that ye, Another ten years' durance in my room Might nurse this malady! O Death, Death, Death! I call thee daily--wilt thou never come? Will it not be?--My son, thou noble boy, If thou art noble, take and burn me there Aloft in yon all-worshipped Lemnian fire! Yea, when the bow thou keep'st was my reward, I did like service for the child of Heaven. How now, my son? What say'st? Art silent? Where--where art thou, boy? NEO. My heart is full, and groaning o'er thy woes. PHI. Nay, yet have comfort. This affliction oft Goes no less swiftly than it came. I pray thee, Stand fast and leave me not alone! NEO. Fear nought. We will not stir. PHI. Wilt thou remain? NEO. Be sure of it. PHI. I'll not degrade thee with an oath, my son. NEO. Rest satisfied. I may not go without thee. PHI. Thy hand, to pledge me that! NEO. There, I will stay. PHI. Now, now, aloft! NEO. Where mean'st thou? PHI. Yonder aloft! NEO. Whither? Thou rav'st. Why starest thou at the sky? PHI. Now, let me go. NEO. Where? PHI. Let me go, I say! NEO. I will not. PHI. You will kill me. Let me go! NEO. Well, thou know'st best I hold thee not. PHI. O Earth, I die. receive me to thy breast! This pain Subdues me utterly, I cannot stand. NEO. Methinks he will be fast in slumber soon That head sinks backward, and a clammy sweat Bathes all his limbs, while from his foot hath burst A vein, dark bleeding. Let us leave him, friends, In quietness, till he hath fallen to sleep. CHORUS Lord of the happiest life, I Sleep, thou that know'st not strife, That know'st not grief, Still wafting sure relief, Come, saviour now! Thy healing balm is spread Over this pain worn head, Quench not the beam that gives calm to his brow. Look, O my lord, to thy path, Either to go or to stay How is my thought to proceed? What is our cause for delay? Look! Opportunity's power, Fitting the task to the hour,
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