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Unless, my mandate heeding, each one hies

Ship ward, her tunic shall no mercy know.

Ho! City-leaders, princes all,

Your suppliant they now enthrall.

Force I must use and drag you by your locks,

Since to my words ye lend no ready ear.

We perish utterly, O king,

Unlooked-for outrage suffering.—

Soon many kings, Ægyptos' sons, thou'lt see;—

Cheer up! that rulers fail, ye shall not say.

Sirrah, what doest thou? Through what conceit

This land dost outrage of Pelasgic men?

Or thinkest to a woman's town art come?

Thou, a barbarian,—too insolent

Thy dealing with Hellenes. Having erred

In many things, nought judgest thou aright.

How in despite of justice have I erred?