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How dare I venture such a step, O king?

Hath not the goddess who protected me

Alone a right to my devoted head?

'Twas she who chose for me this sanctuary,

Where she perchance reserves me for my sire,

By my apparent death enough chastis'd.

To be the joy and solace of his age.

Perchance my glad return is near; and how,

If I, unmindful of her purposes,

Had here attach'd myself against her will?

I ask'd a signal, did she wish my stay.