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 The helpless maiden who was eyes to me;

For this to thee and all thy cursèd race

May the great Sun, whose eye is everywhere,

Grant length of days and old age like to mine.

Listen, O men of Athens, mark ye this?

They mark us both and understand that I

Wronged by thy deeds defend myself with words.

Nothing shall curb my will; though 1 be old

And single-handed, I will have this man.

O woe is me!

Thou art a bold man, stranger, if thou think’st

To execute thy purpose.

So I do.

Then shall I deem this State no more a State.

With a just quarrel weakness conquers might.

Ye hear his words?

Aye words, but not yet deeds,

Zeus knoweth!

Zeus may haply know, not thou. 233