This insolence with knowledge if there live

Men earth-begotten of no tenderer thews

Than knit the great joints of the grim sea's brood

With hasps of steel together; heaven to help,

One man shall break, even on their own flood's verge,

That iron bulk of battle; but thine eye

That sees it now swell higher than sand or shore

Haply shall see not when thine host shall shrink.

HERALD OF EUMOLPUS.

Not haply, nay, but surely, shall not thine.

CHORUS.

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That lot shall no God give who fights for thee.

HERALD OF EUMOLPUS.

Shall Gods bear bit and bridle, fool, of men?

CHORUS.

Nor them forbid we nor shalt thou constrain.

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HERALD OF EUMOLPUS.

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