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ILIAD. XIX.
420—424.
"O Xanthus, why dost thou predict my death to me? For it is not at all necessary for thee. Well do I myself know that it is my fate to perish here, far away from my dear father and mother. Nevertheless I will not cease before the Trojans are abundantly satiated with war."
He spoke, and shouting among the front ranks, directed on his solid-hoofed steeds.
