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Rh Get out of the hailstones quick, or else, by Zeus,

Some word as big as your head will catch you crash

Behind the ear, and knock out all the Telephus!

Nay, Aeschylus, pray, pray control your anger;

Examine and submit to be examined

With a cool head. Two poets should not meet

In fishwife style; but here are you, straight off,

Ablaze and roaring like an oak on fire.

For my part I'm quite ready, with no shrinking,

To bite first or be bitten, as he pleases.

Here are my dialogue, music, and construction;

Here's Peleus at your service, Meleâger,

And Aeolus, and yes, Telephus, by all means!

Do you consent to the trial, Aeschylus? Speak.

I well might take objection to the place;

It's no fair field for him and me.

Why not?

Because my writings haven't died with me,

As his have; so he'll have them all to hand.

However, I waive the point, if you think fit.

Go, some one, bring me frankincense and fire

That I may pray for guidance, to decide

This contest in the Muses' strictest ways;

To whom, meantime, uplift your hymn of praise!