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Then did Achilles yearn for thought of his ancient father
And from th'old king's seizure his own hand gently disengag'd.
And each brooded apart; Priam o'er victorious Hector
Groan'd, low faln to the ground unnerved at feet of Achilles,
Who sat mourning awhile his sire, then turn'd to bewailing
Patroclus; while loudly the house with their sobbing outrang.