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Swift each unto the ship; repine no more,

Or my hand shall not spare to rend your robe.

O chiefs, O leaders, aid me, or I yield!

Peace! if ye have not ears to hear my words,

Lo, by these tresses must I hale you hence.

O ruin, O despair! Bring aid, O king!

Ay, kings enow ye shall behold anon,

Ægyptus' sons—Ye shall not want for kings.

[Enter the.

Sirrah, what dost thou? how art overbold

Thus daring to insult Pelasgia's realm?

What, deem'st thou this a woman-hearted town?

Too full thou art of thy barbarian scorn

For us of Grecian blood. Go to; dost dare,

Deluded thus, to work these divers wrongs?

Say thou wherein my deeds transgress my right.