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396 By this my bow must it be captured. Then,

(Give heed to this,) when ye the land lay waste,

Shew all religious reverence to the Gods;

For all things else our father Zeus counts less;

Religion e'en in death abides with men;

Die they or live, it does not pass away.]

Phil. Ο thou, who utterest voice,

By me long yearnèd for,

Who now at length art seen,

I will not to thy words rebellious prove.

Neop. I too give my assent.

Hera. Delay not now to act;

For time and wind press on,

And speed you on your way.

Phil. Come, then, I leave this isle,

And speak my parting words:

Farewell, Ο roof, long time

My one true guard and friend;

And ye, Ο nymphs that sport

In waters or in fields;

Strong roar of waves that break

On jutting promontory,

Where oft my head was wet,

(Though hid in far recess,)

With blasts of stormy South;

And oft the mount that bears

The name of Hermes gave

Its hollow, loud lament,

Echoing my stormy woe;

And now, ye streams and fount,

Lykian, where haunt the wolves,

We leave you, leave you now,