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 To quail and tremble 'neath the modern gods? Far be it from my spirit! But for thee, Along the way thou earnest hasten back; For naught which thou demandest shalt thou hear. Her. And yet, of old, by such audacities, Into this woe thou didst impel thyself. Pro. I would not barter—thou mayst learn that from me— My state of woe for thine of servitude. Better, I ween, to serve this rock, than be The faithful messenger of father Jove. Thus unto scoffers we retort their scoffs. Her. Thou seem'st to glory in this state of thine. Pro. I glory! Would that I could see my foes So glorying! and 'mong them I name thee. Her. Me also dost thou inculpate in aught Of thy misfortunes? Pro.In one word, I hate The universal gods, who wrongfully,