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Now, indeed, thou adjudgest exile to me,
And citizens' hate, and to have popular curses:
Nothing of this against the man here bringing,
Who, no more awe-checked than as 't were a beast's fate, --
With sheep abundant in the well-fleeced graze-flocks, --
Sacrificed his child, -- dearest fruit of travail
To me, -- as song-spell against Threkian blowings.
Not him did it behove thee hence to banish
-- Pollution's penalty? But hearing mzy deeds
Justicer rough thou art! Now, this I tell thee:
To threaten thus -- me, one prepared to have thee
(On like conditions, thy hand conquering) o'er me
Rule: but if God the opposite ordain us,
Thou shalt learn -- late taught, certes -- to be modest.
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