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Chorus
Singing.
Man, your words have [540] made my heart bleed; I have groaned over the treachery of our fathers, who knew not how to transmit to us the high rank they held from their forefathers. But 'tis a benevolent Genius, a happy Fate, that sends you to us; [545] you shall be our deliverer and I place the destiny of my little ones and my own in your hands with every confidence.
Aristophanes. Birds. The Complete Greek Drama, vol. 2. Eugene O'Neill, Jr. New York. Random House. 1938.
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