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Aeschylus<br />

Not rightfully wilt thou on this my town<br />

Sway down the scale that beareth wrath and teen<br />

Or wasting plague upon this folk. Tis thine,<br />

If so thou wilt, inheritress to be<br />

Of this my land, its utmost grace to win.<br />

LEADER OF <strong>THE</strong> CHORUS<br />

O queen, what refuge dost thou promise me?<br />

A<strong>THE</strong>NA<br />

Refuge untouched by bale: take thou my boon.<br />

LEADER<br />

What, if I take it, shall mine honour be?<br />

A<strong>THE</strong>NA<br />

No house shall prosper without grace of thine.<br />

LEADER<br />

Canst thou achieve and grant such power to me?<br />

A<strong>THE</strong>NA<br />

Yea, for my hand shall bless thy worshippers.<br />

LEADER<br />

And wilt thou pledge me this for time eterne?<br />

A<strong>THE</strong>NA<br />

Yea: none can bid me pledge beyond my power.<br />

LEADER<br />

Lo, I desist from wrath, appeased by thee.<br />

A<strong>THE</strong>NA<br />

Then in the land's heart shalt thou win thee friends.<br />

LEADER<br />

What chant dost bid me raise, to greet the land?<br />

A<strong>THE</strong>NA<br />

Such as aspires towards a victory<br />

Unrued by any: chants from breast of earth,<br />

From wave, from sky; and let the wild winds' breath<br />

Pass with soft sunlight o'er the lap of land,—<br />

Strong wax the fruits of earth, fair teem the kine,<br />

Unfailing, for my town's prosperity,<br />

And constant be the growth of mortal seed.<br />

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