Herald of Ægyptus.
Swift each unto the ship; repine no more,
Or my hand shall not spare to rend your robe.
Chorus.
O chiefs, O leaders, aid me, or I yield!
Herald of Ægyptus.
Peace! if ye have not ears to hear my words,
Lo, by these tresses must I hale you hence.
Chorus.
O ruin, O despair! Bring aid, O king!
Herald of Ægyptus.
Ay, kings enow ye shall behold anon,
Ægyptus' sons—Ye shall not want for kings.
The King of Argos.
Sirrah, what dost thou? how art overbold
Thus daring to insult Pelasgia's realm?
What, deem'st thou this a woman-hearted town?
Too full thou art of thy barbarian scorn
For us of Grecian blood. Go to; dost dare,
Deluded thus, to work these divers wrongs?
Herald of Ægyptus.
Say thou wherein my deeds transgress my right.
