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And yet 'twas by such braggart vaunts as these

Thou broughtst thee to this woeful anchorage.

Be well assured this wretched plight of mine

I would not barter with thy lackeyship.

Better, I ween, play lackey to this rock

Than be the trusty messenger of Zeus!

Thus is it meet to insult the insolent.

Thou seemst to revel in thy present stead.

Do I revel? May I see my enemies

So revelling. And I count thee one of them.

What, dost thou blame thine evil fate on me?

Simply, all gods to whom I have done good

And who reward me evil do I hate.