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Within this city ne'er may civil strife,

Insatiate of ill, tumultuous roar;

Nor thirsty dust quaff deep the purple gore

Of citizens; nor rage, with murder rife,

Snatch greedily the vengeful knife!

But studious of the common weal

May each to each in turn be kind,

Hate may they ever with one common mind;

This among mortals many a woe can heal.

Grow they not wise, as they the pathway find

Of tongue propitious? From these shapes of fear,

I to my lieges see rich gain. For here,

If ye these gracious ones with gracious mind

Adore and magnify,—your state and town

Ye shall for evermore with justice crown.

Farewell, farewell, enriched with wealth's fair prize,

Farewell, ye people of the city, near

To Zeus himself who dwell, to Pallas dear,

Friends to the friendly Virgin;—timely wise;

'Neath Pallas' wings who rest, her father doth revere.

[ stations herself at the head of the Chorus in the orchestra, where they are joined by the escort of females with torches.]

Ye too farewell! Mine is it first to show