With all your darts, in one collected volley,

Shower'd on my head? Did not your swords at once

Point at my breast, and thirst for regal blood?

G. Off. We sought thy life. I am by birth a Greek.

An open foe in arms, I meant to slay

The foe of human kind. With rival ardour

We took the field; one voice, one mind, one heart;

All leagu'd, all covenanted: in yon camp

Spirits there are who aim, like us, at glory.

Whene'er you sally forth, whene'er the Greeks

Shall scale your walls, prepare thee to encounter

A like assault. By me the youth of Greece

Thus notify the war they mean to wage.

Dio. Thus, then, I warn them of my great revenge.

Whoe'er in battle shall become our pris'ner,

In torment meets his doom.

G. Off. Then wilt thou see

How vile the body to a mind that pants

For genuine glory. Twice three hundred Greeks

Have sworn like us, to hunt thee through the ranks;

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