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What doth he? From despair I look on hope!

A feast would he prepare the Nymphs, meseemed.

For nursing-dues of babes, or birth at hand?

Nought know I, save his purposed sacrifice.

With guards how many?—or alone with thralls?

They only of his household; Argives none.

None, ancient, who might look on me, and know?

Thralls are they who looked never on thy face.

Haply my partisans, if I prevail?

The bondman's wont, by happy chance for thee.

How then shall I make shift to approach to him?