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EURIPIDES
Pallas.
For this Ilion's sake,
Whereon we tread, I seek thee, and would make
My hand as thine.
Poseidon.
Hath that old hate and deep
Failed, where she lieth in her ashen sleep?
Thou pitiest her?
Pallas.
Speak first; wilt thou be one
In heart with me and hand till all be done?
Poseidon.
Yea; but lay bare thy heart. For this land's sake
Thou comest, not for Hellas?
Pallas.
I would make
Mine ancient enemies laugh for joy, and bring
On these Greek ships a bitter homecoming.
Poseidon.
Swift is thy spirit's path, and strange withal,
And hot thy love and hate, where'er they fall.
Pallas.
A deadly wrong they did me, yea within
Mine holy place: thou knowest?
