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Woman, like prudent man thou kindly speakest.

And I, thus having heard thy trusty tokens,

The gods to rightly hail forthwith prepare me;

For, grace that must be paid has crowned our labours.

O Zeus the king, and friendly Night

Of these brave boons bestower—

Thou who didst fling on Troia's every tower

The o'er-roofing snare, that neither great thing might,

Nor any of the young ones, overpass

Captivity's great sweep-net—one and all

Of Até held in thrall!

Ay, Zeus I fear—the guest's friend great—who was

The doer of this, and long since bent