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Hippolytus [in hunting costume, assigning duties and places to his servants and companions of the hunt]: Up comrades, and the shadowy groves With nets encircle; swiftly range The heights of our Cecropian hills; Scour well those coverts on the slopes Of Parnes, or in Thria's vale Whose chattering streamlet roars along In rapid course; go climb the hills Whose peaks are ever white with snows Of Scythia. Let others go Where woods with lofty alders stand In dense array; where pastures lie Whose springing grass is waked to life By Zephyr's breath, dew laden. Go, Where calm Ilissus flows along The level fields, a sluggish stream, Whose winding course the barren sands With niggard water laps. Go ye Along the leftward-leading way, Where Marathon her forest glades Reveals, where nightly with their young The suckling mothers feed. Do you, Where, softened by the warming winds From southern lands, Acharnae melts His snows, repair; let others seek Hymettus' rocky slopes, far famed For honey; others still the glades Of small Aphidnae. All too long That region has unharried lain Where Sunium with its jutting shore Thrusts out the curving sea. If any feels the forest's lure, Him Phlye calls, where dwells the boar Now scarred and known by many a wound,