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Us yield not, when Ægyptos' sons demand.

Grave the request new war to undertake.

But patron to her champion Justice stands.

True, if at first I had a party been.

Revere the city's stern thus garlanded.

With awe these seats I mark shaded with boughs.

Grievous the wrath of Zeus, the suppliant's god.

Son of Palaechthon, hear!

With heart benign hear me, Pelasgic king.

Me suppliant mark, exile lone-wandering;

Like heifer, wolf-chased, that on rocky height

Loweth, confiding in assistance near,

The herdsman warning of her dismal plight.

By boughs new-culled o'ershadow'd, I behold