Breed scantier levies; while the treasury

Stands empty, and we have not means to buy

The force that might resist them. Nought but ruin,

Speedy, inevitable, can await

Our failing Bosphorus' unaided strength,

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Unless some potent rich ally should join

Our weakness to her might. None other is there

To which to look but Cherson; and I know,

From trusty friends among them, that even now,

Perchance this very day, an embassy

Comes to us with design that we should sink

Our old traditional hate in the new bonds

Which Hymen binds together. For the girl

Gycia, the daughter of old Lamachus,

Their foremost man, there comes but one report—

That she is fair as good.

Asan.

My lord, I pray you,

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