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That tale of lamentation

My lips even now brought to an end.

O yet

One grace afford me.

Speak: thou shalt not miss.

Declare, who was it fix'd thee in the gorge?

Zeus, for the willing; for the hand, Hephaistos.

And of what manner of crime is this the forfeit?

Let that I have said suffice thee.