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Why, who was a friend to you? What reason had any one to be? You know that all of them, those who bowed before you and those who extolled your every word and deed, acted from fear or hope, being friendly to your office and having an eye to the main chance.
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And yet they used to pour out their libations at the banquets, and pray with a loud voice that many good things might befall me, saying that every one of them was ready to die in my stead if possible, and altogether they swore by me.
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Accordingly, it was after dining with one of them that you died yesterday. For that last cup that was handed to you sent you here.
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That is why I tasted something bitter! What was his object in doing it?
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You ask too many questions when you ought to be embarking.
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There is one thing that chokes me most of all, Klotho, and makes me long to rise to the light again, if but for a moment.
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What is this? It must be something tremendous.
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Karion, my slave, as soon as he saw I was dead, came late in the evening into the room where I was lying, without any trouble, for no one was so much as watching by me, and looked at me and said, "You wretched little creature, you gave me a blow many a time when I didn't deserve it." With these words he fell to plucking out my hair and beating me to his heart's content, and finally he spat upon me and went off, saying, "Go to the devil!" I was aflame with rage, but all the same I could not do anything to him, stiff and cold as I was. But if I could get hold of him—
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Stop your threats and come aboard. It is time now for you to go to your trial.
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And who will venture to pass judgment on a man of kingly rank?
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No one will judge the king, but the dead man must come before Rhadamanthos. You will soon see him assigning his doom to each with great justice and according to merit. Don't waste any more time just now.
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Make me a private citizen, Fate, if you will, a poor man, a slave instead of a king as I was. Only let me come to life again!
