And may our dealings with these home-sprung strangers
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Be without peril, nor let strife arise
To this our country for unlooked-for chance
And unprovided! This our State wants not.
Antistrophe I
Chor. Yea, may that Law that guards the suppliant's right
Free this our flight from harm,
Law, sprung from Zeus, supreme Apportioner,
But thou, [to the King,] though old, from me, though younger, learn: