Lend me, for once, my friends, your valiant hands,
To force from out their lines these dastard bands.
Less than a thousand ships will end this war,
Nor Vulcan needs his fated arms prepare.
Let all the Tuscans, all the Arcadians, join!
Nor these, nor those, shall frustrate my design.
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{ Let them not fear the treasons of the night,
{ The robbed Palladium, the pretended flight:
{ Our onset shall be made in open light.