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I heed him, but through terror my heart finds no repose.  Anxieties border upon my heart and kindle my fear of the army surrounding our walls, as a trembling dove fears for her children in the nest because of snakes that are dangerous bed-fellows.  For against our fortifications some are advancing with all their men, all in formation. Ah, what will become of me? Others are hurling jagged boulders  at the citizens on all sides. O Gods born of Zeus, by every means rescue our city and people, sprung from Cadmus!
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