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 Thou art an enemy to thyself, both now

And in time past, when in despite of friends

Thou gav’st the rein to passion, still thy bane.

Hold there, sir stranger!

Hands off, have a care!

Restore the maidens, else thou goest not.

Then Thebes will take a dearer surety soon;

I will lay hands on more than these two maids.

What canst thou further?

Carry off this man.

Brave words!

And deeds forthwith shall make them good.

Unless perchance our sovereign intervene.

O shameless voice! Would’st lay a hand on me?

Silence, I bid thee!

Goddesses, allow

Thy suppliant to utter yet one curse!

Wretch, now my eyes are gone thou hast torn away 231