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- he venerable father stands,
- . §ful ensigns grace his hands: By # he begs; and lowly bending down, Extends the sceptre and the laurel crown, 30 He sued to all, but chief implor'd for grace Th9 brother-kings of Atreus’ royal race.
Ye kingh and warriors! may your vows be crown'd, And Troy's proud walls lie level with the ground; May joverestore you, when your toils are o'er, Safe to the pleasures of your native shore; , Booh! relieve a wretched parent's pain, And give Chryseit to these arms again; if mercy sail, yet let my presents move, And dread avenging Phoebus, son of Jove. 3^ The Greeks in shouts their joint assent declare, The priest to reverence and release the fair. Not so Atrides: hé, kingly Repuled the Saeed and thus replied ;