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160 I fear not, yet the marvel takes mine eye.

Who are ye? I address myself to all,

To you and also to this stranger here,

Who as a suppliant at mine image sits.

But no begotten race do ye resemble,

Neither of goddesses by gods beheld,

Nor in similitude of mortal shapes;—

But to speak ill of those who harm us not

Reason forbids, and Justice stands aloof.

Daughter of Zeus, all shalt thou hear in brief.

The progeny of ancient Night are we,

"Curses" yclept in homes beneath the earth.

I know your lineage and the names ye bear.

My honours also quickly shalt thou learn.

Mine ears are open, be the word but plain.

'Tis ours men-slayers from their homes to chase.

And to the slayer's flight what goal is fixed?

Where to rejoice not is th' appointed doom.