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The honour that now is theirs, and ever

Win greater glory in days to be!

But with all my soul I protest that never

Hath Neoptolemus’ name by me

Been befouled by slander dishonouring!⁠—

Yet thrice, four times to repeat this thing

Is folly like his of whom children tire

As he babbles “Corinth hath Zeus for sire.”