Son of Palaechthon, lord of the Pelasgians, hear me with a benign heart. [350] Behold me, your suppliant, a fugitive, running around like a heifer chased by wolves upon precipitous crags, where, confident in his help, she lows to tell the herdsman of her distress.
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