Behold Apollo's self is stripping me
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Of my divining garments, and that too,
When he has seen me even in this garb
Scorned without cause among my friends and kin,
[*]By foes, with no diversity of mood.
Reviled as vagrant, wandering prophetess,
Poor, wretched, famished, I endured to live:
And now the Seer who me a seeress made
Hath brought me to this lot of deadly doom.