Chorus
For he alone had heart enough for home and country to go and spy on the naval station; I admire [245] his spirit; how few stout hearts there are, when on the sea the sunlight dies and the city labors in the surge. [250] Phrygia yet has left a valiant few, and bold hearts in the battle's press; it is only Mysia's sons who scorn us as allies.
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