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Your tidings inspire now fear,  now confidence; nothing is plainly set forth. Can it be that you are smitten with wild fear by Pan, the son of Cronion? [Leaving your watch you rouse the army.] What does your noisy summons mean? What tidings can I say you bring? Your words are many,  but no plain statement have you made.
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