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AESCHYLUS
King.
First thou'rt an alien; yet most ignorant
Of what becomes thee in that quality.
Herald.
Who? I? I found what had been lost: no more.
King.
Have not you aliens your officers?
And which of these didst thou bespeak?
Herald.
Hermes,
The Lord of trover.
King.
O! are Gods thy patrons,
And dost thou serve them with dishonour?
Herald.
I
Pay worship to the Gods of mighty Nile.
King.
And ours are nought, if I hear thee aright.
Herald.
Look you, these women are mine and in my power:
Let me see him who dares to take them from me.
King.
Lay hands upon them at thy peril.
Herald.
This
To a stranger! 'Tis not hospitable.
