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Rh Ah me, of Skamandros the draught

Paternal! There once, to these ends,

On thy banks was I brought,

The unhappy! And now, by Kokutos and Acheron's shore

I shall soon be, it seems, these my oracles singing once more!

Why this word, plain too much,

Hast thou uttered? A babe might learn of such!

I am struck with a bloody bite—here under—

At the fate woe-wreaking

Of thee shrill-shrieking:

To me who hear—a wonder!