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I'll answer there, not here.

No; better send up blessing from below.

Her safety is to count her enemy's land

Her own, yea, and her own her enemy's;

Her ships her treasures, and her treasure dross!

Good;—though it all goes down the juror's throat!

Come, give your judgment!

Well, I'll judge like this;

My choice shall fall on him my soul desires!

Remember all the gods by whom you swore

To take me home with you, and choose your friend!

My tongue hath sworn;—but I'll choose Aeschylus!

What have you done, you traitor?

I? I've judged

That Aeschylus gets the prize. Why shouldn't I?