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Now the Scion of Maia, the Wayfarer's King,

Bring thee safe to thine home, and the dream of thine heart,

The sweet visions that wing thy feet, may'st thou bring

To accomplishment, Aigeus, for now this thing

Hath taught me how noble thou art.

Zeus, Justice child of Zeus, and Light of the Sun,

Over my foes triumphant now, my friends,

Shall we become: our feet are on the path.

Now is there hope of vengeance on my foes.

For this man, there where lay my chiefest weakness,

Hath for my plots a haven in storm appeared.

To him my bark's stern-hawser make I fast,

To Pallas' burg and fortress when I go.

And all my plots to thee now will I tell;

Nor look I that my words should pleasure thee:—

One of mine household will I send to Jason,

And will entreat him to my sight to come;

And soft words, when he cometh, will I speak,

Saying, "Thy will is mine," and, "It is well."

How that his royal marriage, my betrayal,

Is our advantage, and right well devised.

I will petition that my sons may stay—

Not for that I would leave on hostile soil

Children of mine for foes to trample on,

But the king's daughter so by guile to slay.

For I will send them bearing gifts in hand

Unto the bride, that they may not be banished,

A robe fine-spun, a golden diadem.