MUSE.
Nay, look your fill, ye Trojans. It is I,
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The many-sistered Muse, of worship high
In wise men’s hearts, who come to mourn mine own
Most pitifully loved, most injured, son,
For whose shed blood Odysseus yet shall pay
Vengeance, who crawled and stabbed him where he lay.
Rhesus. Euripides. Gilbert Murray (Translator). London. 1913.
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