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Rh She fled before his galleys Far from the Italian shore; The herd of loathsome traitors Now threaten Rome no more.

As swoops the eagle on the dove, The hunter on the hare, So Cæsar followed swiftly To bind her in her lair.

The daughter of a hundred kings, She spurned the Roman chains, And sought to spill the fiery blood That swelled her ruby veins.

She failed! but in her woman's breast Her courage rose serene; She walked again her father's halls, And still was Egypt's queen.