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.
[Enter the King of Argos.
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.