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Offspring of Leda, of my household warder,
Suitably to my absence hast thou spoken,
For long the speech thou didst outstretch! But aptly
To praise -- from others ought to go this favour.
And for the rest, ---not me, in woman's fashion,
Mollify, nor -- as mode of barbarous man is --
To me gape forth a groundward-falling clamour!
Nor, strewing it with garments, make my passage
Envied! Gods, sure, with these behoves we honour:
But, for a mortal on these varied beauties
To walk -- to me, indeed, is nowise fear-free.
I say -- as man, not god, to me do homage!
Apart from foot-mats both and varied vestures,
Renown is loud, and -- not to lose one's senses,
God's greatest gift. Behoves we him call happy
Who has brought life to end in loved well-being.
If all things I might manage thus -- brave man, I!
Come now, this say, nor feign a feeling to me!
With feeling, know indeed, I do not tamper!
Vowed'st thou to the gods, in fear, to act thus?
If any, I well knew resolve I outspoke.
What think'st thou Priamos had done, thus victor?
On varied vests -- I do think -- he had passaged.
Then, do not, struck with awe at human censure ....
Well, popular mob-outcry much avails too.
Ay, but the unenvied is not the much valued.
Sure, 't is no woman's part to long for battle.
Why, to the prosperous, even suits a beating.
What? thou this beating us in war dost prize too?
Persuade thee! power, for once, grant me -- and willing!
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