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And yet too well I know the speech Hellenic.

For Puthian oracles, thy speech, and hard too!

Papai: what fire this! and it comes upon me!

Ototoi, Lukeion Apollon, ah me—me!

She, the two-footed lioness that sleeps with

The wolf, in absence of the generous lion,

Kills me the unhappy one: and as a poison

Brewing, to put my price too in the anger,

She vows, against her mate this weapon whetting

To pay him back the bringing me, with slaughter.