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It is dreadful that a prosperous  city like Mycenae, famed for its war-strength, should nurse a hatred against our land. But it is cowardly, o my city, if we are to hand over suppliant strangers  at the behest of Argos. Zeus is my ally, I have no fear, Zeus is justly grateful to me: never shall I reveal the gods to be less good than mortals.