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If you will not resign yourself and get to the ship, rending will have no pity on the fabric of your garments. Chorus
We are lost! O King, we are suffering impious violence! Herald
 Oh, you will soon see many kings in Aegyptus' sons. Be of good cheer: you will not have to blame lack of government. [Chorus]
Listen! Chiefs and rulers of the city, I am threatened with violence! [Herald]
I think I will have to seize you by the hair and drag you off  since you are slow to heed my orders. Enter the King with retainers
You there! What are you doing? What kind of arrogance has incited you to do such dishonor to this realm of Pelasgian men? Indeed, do you think you have come to a land of women? For a barbarian dealing with Hellenes, you act insolently.  Many are the misses of your wits, and your hits are none. Herald
And in this case where have I gone wrong and transgressed my right? King
First of all, you do not know how to act as a stranger. Herald
I not know? How so, when I simply find and take my own that I had lost? King
To what patrons of your land was your notice given? Herald
 To Hermes, the Searcher, greatest of patrons. King
For all your notice to the gods, you do them no reverence. Herald
I revere the deities by the Nile. King
While ours are nothing, as I understand you? Herald
I shall carry off these maids unless someone tears them away. King
 If you so much as touch them, you will regret it, and right soon. Herald
I hear you; and your speech is far from hospitable. King
No, since I have no hospitality for despoilers of the gods. Herald
I will go and tell Aegyptus' sons about this. King
My proud spirit will not ponder on this threat.
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