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Till to the hearth ancestral back I came.

And thou, what wouldst thou sailing to this shore?

There is one Pittheus, king of Trœzen he,—

A man most pious, Pelops' son, they say.

To him the God's response I fain would tell.

Yea—a wise man, and having skill herein.

Yea, and my best-belovèd spear-ally.

Now prosper thou, and win thine heart's desire.

Why droops thine eye?—why this wan-wasted hue?

Aigeus, of all men basest is mine husband.

What say'st thou? Clearly tell me thine heart's pain.