WOMEN.

Your own mother will not know you when you get back to the town.

But first, my friends and allies, let us lay these garments down,

And all ye fellow-citizens, hark to me while I tell

What will aid Athens well.

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Just as is right, for I

Have been a sharer

In all the lavish splendour

Of the proud city.

I bore the holy vessels

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At seven, then

I pounded barley

At the age of ten,

And clad in yellow robes,

Soon after this,

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I was Little Bear to

Brauronian Artemis;

Then neckletted with figs,

Grown tall and pretty,

I was a Basket-bearer,

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And so it's obvious I should

Give you advice that I think good,

The very best I can.