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Thence to his mighty brother Kastor Tyndareus’ son returned straightway,

And not yet dead he found him, but drawing his breath in shuddering gasps he lay.

Then from his eyes the hot tears burst, and broken with groanings panted

His wild cry forth, “O Father Kronion, shall no release be granted

From anguish? With this my brother, O King, command thou that death take also me!

From a man bereaved of friends is the glory departed; in suffering few there be