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Thus sed he, but th'old king lost heart & greatly affrighted
Felt his skin to be staring, an' all his limbs wer' atremble:
Dazed he stood: but anon Hermes coming up to him outheld
His right hand, and thus with frank enquiry accosted.
Felt his skin to be staring, an' all his limbs wer' atremble:
Dazed he stood: but anon Hermes coming up to him outheld
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‘Where ever, O father, farest thou with this equipment
In the hallow'd starlight, when men are wont to be sleeping?
Art thou not then afraid o' the slaughter-breathing Achaeans,
Those monsters of fury relentless lurking around thee?
Haply an if one here espied thee, neath the flying night
Convoying such a prize, how then would thy business be?
Thyself art not young, and th'old man here thy attendant
Scarce would serve to protect thee against whoso shd attack thee.
Ne'ertheless I'd not wrong thee a whit, would rather against all
Strive to defend; for like mine own father thou appearest.’
In the hallow'd starlight, when men are wont to be sleeping?
Art thou not then afraid o' the slaughter-breathing Achaeans,
Those monsters of fury relentless lurking around thee?
Haply an if one here espied thee, neath the flying night
Convoying such a prize, how then would thy business be?
Thyself art not young, and th'old man here thy attendant
Scarce would serve to protect thee against whoso shd attack thee.
Ne'ertheless I'd not wrong thee a whit, would rather against all
Strive to defend; for like mine own father thou appearest.’
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