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Rh Before I die, attest ye now on oath

That of these halls the hoary crimes I know.

And how can oath be healer of a woe

Inherent in the race? Yet marvel I

That, nurtured o'er the sea, thou know'st to speak

Of foreign city as though native there.

Loxias, the seer, me with this grace endowed.

How! passion-smitten was he, though a god?

Till now it shamed me to speak of this.

True; for who fareth well grows over-nice.

Love-wrestler was he, warm his favour breathed.

Came ye in course to rite conjugial?

Consent I gave, but cheated Loxias.

Mistress already of presaging art?