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967—989] . Show mercy, my son, for the love of the gods, and do not give men cause to reproach thee for having ensnared me.

. Ah me, what shall I do? Would I had never left Scyros!—so grievous is my plight.

. Thou art no villain; but thou seemest to have come hither as one schooled by villains to a base part. Now leave that part to others, whom it befits, and sail hence,—when thou hast given me. back mine arms.

. What shall we do, friends? (appearing suddenly from behind the cave). Wretch, what art thou doing? Back with thee—and give up this bow to me!

. Ah, who is this? Do I hear Odysseus?

. Odysseus, be sure of it—me, whom thou beholdest.

. Ah me, I am betrayed,—lost! He it was, then, that entrapped me and robbed me of mine arms.

. I, surely, and no other I avow it.

. Give back my bow,—give it up, my son.

. That shall he never do, even if he would. And moreover thou must come along with it, or they will bring thee by force.

. What, thou basest and boldest of villains,—are these men to take me by force?

. Unless thou come of thy free will.

. O Lemnian land, and thou all-conquering flame whose kindler is Hephaestus,—is this indeed to be borne, that yonder man should take me from thy realm by force?

. 'Tis Zeus, let me tell thee, Zeus, who rules this