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AESCHYLUS
At cross-roads, that ye bring this seafarer
To sit upon the hearths of the Holy Ones.
[Exit Danaus with bodyguard.]
Chorus.
For him the word is spoken: let him go
Since thou commandest it. But what of me?
What shall I do, and where dost thou assign
For me a place of safety?
King.
Leave thy branches
Where thou art now as a token of distress.
Chorus.
I lay them where thy hand and tongue direct.
King.
Now thou art free to walk about this smooth
And level lawn.
Chorus.
This lawn where all may tread?
And how shall that protect me?
King.
Be content:
'Tis not our purpose to expose thee here
A prey for birds.
Chorus.
For birds? And what of foes
More dangerous than serpents?
King.
Fair and softly!
Thou see'st I speak thee fair.
