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And swiftly a throng of the chiefs Kadmeian came hurrying thither in bronze-mail clashing,

And thither the father Amphitryon hasted, his falchion bared from the sheath outflashing,

Smitten with keen-stabbing anguish: for each man’s grief on his own soul heavily presseth;

But soon disburdened of grief is the heart that nought but another’s affliction distresseth.