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Who was it smote him first?

Mine, mine is the guerdon.

Their revel-rout singeth me—"Happy Agavê!" their burden.

Who then?

Of Kadmus—

Of Kadmus what wilt thou tell?

His daughter after me smote the monster fell—

After me! O fortunate hunting! Is it not well?

Now share in the banquet!—

Alas! wherein shall I share?

This whelp is yet but a tender thing,

And over its jaws yet sprouteth fair

The down 'neath the crest of its waving hair.