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Rh Yet send with me attendants, of thy folk,

Rightly to guide me, that I duly find

Each altar of your city's gods that stands

Before the fane, each dedicated shrine;

And that in safety through the city's ways

I may pass onwards: all unlike to yours

The outward semblance that I wear—the race

That Nilus rears is all dissimilar

To that of Inachus. Keep watch and ward

Lest heedlessness bring death: full oft, I ween,

Friend hath slain friend, not knowing whom he slew.

Go at his side, attendants,—he saith well.

On to the city's consecrated shrines!

Nor be of many words to those ye meet,

The while this suppliant voyager ye lead.

[Exit with attendants.

Let him go forward, thy command obeying.

But me how biddest, how assurest thou?

Leave there the new-plucked boughs, thy sorrow's sign.

Thus beckoned forth, at thy behest I leave them.

Now to this level precinct turn thyself.