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The Chorus reenters in two bands.
Toil follows toil yielding toil! Where, where have I not trudged? And still no place can say that I have shared its secret.  Listen! A sudden thud!
We made it, we shipmates of your voyage.
 What news, then?
All the westward flank of the ships has been scoured for tracks.
And did you find anything?
Only an abundance of toil. There was nothing more to see.
Neither, as a matter of fact, has the man been seen along the path that faces the shafts of the morning sun.
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