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THE SUPPLIANT MAIDENS.
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Nor be of many words to those ye meet,
The while this suppliant voyager ye lead.
[Exit Danaus with attendants.
Chorus.
Let him go forward, thy command obeying.
But me how biddest, how assurest thou?
The King of Argos.
Leave there the new-plucked boughs, thy sorrow's sign.
Chorus.
Thus beckoned forth, at thy behest I leave them.
The King of Argos.
Now to this level precinct turn thyself.
Chorus.
Unconsecrate it is, and cannot shield me.
The King of Argos.
We will not yield thee to those falcons' greed.
Chorus.
What help? more fierce they are than serpents fell.
The King of Argos.
We spake thee fair—speak thou them fair in turn.
Chorus.
What marvel that we loathe them, scared in soul?
