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ATALANTA IN CALYDON.
O holiest Atalanta, no man dares
Praise thee, though fairer than whom all men praise,
And godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair
And holy habit of thine eyes, and feet
That make the blown foam neither swift nor white
Though the wind winnow and whirl it; yet we praise
Gods, found because of thee adorable
And for thy sake praiseworthiest from all men:
Thee therefore we praise also, thee as these,
Pure, and a light lit at the hands of gods.
TOXEUS.
Fight, and kill beasts dry-handed with sweet words?
Cease, or talk still and slay thy boars at home.
PLEXIPPUS.
Sit thou for her and spin; a man grown girl
Is worth a woman weaponed; sit thou here.
MELEAGER.
PLEXIPPUS.
