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First thou'rt an alien; yet most ignorant

Of what becomes thee in that quality.

Who? I? I found what had been lost: no more.

Have not you aliens your officers?

And which of these didst thou bespeak?

Hermes,

The Lord of trover.

O! are Gods thy patrons,

And dost thou serve them with dishonour?

I

Pay worship to the Gods of mighty Nile.

And ours are nought, if I hear thee aright.

Look you, these women are mine and in my power:

Let me see him who dares to take them from me.

Lay hands upon them at thy peril.

This

To a stranger! 'Tis not hospitable.