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AESCHYLUS
Chorus.
That I may ne'er become bondslave and thrall
Unto Ægyptus' race.
King.
And is it hate
That prompts thy plea, or reverence of law?
Chorus.
Nay, who amongst their own blood kin would buy
Their lords and masters?
King.
Yet it is a match
That makes for power.
Chorus.
And if misfortune come
Who cares if wife so wed be put away?
King.
What shall I do then that I may be found
To-you-ward a respecter of the Right?
Chorus.
Refuse to yield us up to Ægyptus' sons
When they demand us of thee.
King.
There thou broachest
Grave matters, that envisage dangerous war.
Chorus.
Yet Justice champions these that fight for her.
King.
If I had had my share in these events
From the beginning
