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Rh Moodily grieved, nor ever hopes to find

How she a word in season may unwind

From out the enkindling mind.

Take thyself in, thou too—I say, Kassandra!

Since Zeus—not angrily—in household placed thee

Partaker of hand-sprinklings, with the many

Slaves stationed, his the Owner's altar close to.

Descend from out this car, nor be high-minded!

And truly they do say Alkmene's child once

Bore being sold, slaves' barley-bread his living.

If, then, necessity of this lot o'erbalance,

Much is the favour of old-wealthy masters:

For those who, never hoping, made fine harvest