_Chor._ Hateful and wanton are Ægyptos' sons,
Insatiable of conflict, and I speak
To one who knows them. They in timbered ships,
Dark-eyed, have sailed in wrath that hits its mark,
With great and swarthy host.
_Dan._ Yet many they shall find whose arms are tanned
In the full scorching of the noontide heat.[258]