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At first sight of the Achaean leaders, maddened with grief she let loose a dreadful cry: Nobles of Argos, will anyone show me the enemy I bore? Under what helmet, tell me, shall I find my son? The Cadmean hero comes to the distracted woman and takes her, filling her with tears of joy, comforting as he holds her and repeating between this and that Mother, mother, now pressing her to his breast, now his dear sisters. But the aged one embitters her weeping with a dash of anger: Argive king, why feign you tender tears and reverend names for me? Why circle my neck with embraces and hug your hated mother with iron-clad breast? Are you the wandering exile, the pitiable guest? Whom would you not stir to compassion? Long columns await your orders, many swords flash at your side.
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