_Chor._ Ah, I may ne'er again
Behold the stream where graze the goodly kine,
Nourished and fed by which[260]
The blood of cattle waxes strong and full!
*As with a native's right,
*And one of old descent,
I keep, old man, my seat, my seat, I say.
_Her._ Nay, in a ship, a ship them shalt soon go, 840
With or without thy will,
By force, I say, by force:
Come, come, provoke not evils terrible,
Falling by these my hands.