Chorus
For Ægyptos' haughty race,
Male of sex, a lawless brood,
Me, poor fugitive, still chase,
And with noiseful clamour rude,
Seek to capture. But thy beam
800
Poise thou o'er all,-O king supreme;
For what to mortals without thee,
Dread arbiter, may finished be?
Supplices. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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