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Rh O Earth, O my mother! O Zeus, thou king of the earth, and her child!

Turn back, we pray thee, from us his clamour and threatenings wild!

Swift each unto the ship; repine no more,

Or my hand shall not spare to rend your robe.

O chiefs, O leaders, aid me, or I yield!

Peace! if ye have not ears to hear my words,

Lo, by these tresses must I hale you hence.

Undone we are, O king! all hope is gone.

Ay, kings enow ye shall behold anon,

Aegyptus' sons—Ye shall not want for kings.

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Sirrah, what dost thou? in what arrogance

Darest thou thus insult Pelasgia's realm?

Deemest thou this a woman-hearted town?

Thou art too full of thy barbarian scorn

For us of Grecian blood, and, erring thus,

Thou dost bewray thyself a fool in all!