Tel.Truly they are the best
Thou namest, father; tho’ among the clouds
Their seat is, and their countenance withheld
From mortal men.
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Ul.They will not hold aloof,
When once our spears are plunging in the breasts
Of that vain rabble. Goes thy heart with mine?
Tel. With thee and for thee, father, will I fight,
Askest thou?