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... with amorous footing Hurting thy heart with her frowardness. Hatred and rapine sent thee, Greed of the Ilian gold and lust of the Phrygian women, Voice of Achaian aggression! Doom am I truly; let Gnossus Witness it, Salamis speak of my fatal arrival and Argos Silent remember her wounds." But the Argive answered the virgin: "Hearken then to the words of the Hellene, Penthesilea. 'Virgin to whom... a shaft from the string and he sped on intently Swift where the beaches were bare or threading the gaps of the nations; Crossing Thebes and Epirus he passed through the Lemnian archers, Ancient Gnossus' hosts and Meriones' leaderless legions. Heedless of cry and of laughter calling over the sea-sands Swiftly he laboured, wind in his hair and the sea to him crying, Straight he ran to the Myrmidon... brothers Waited their coming. Zethus first with his cry of the cascade Hurrying-footed, headlong that leaps far down to the valley: "Curb, but curb thy advance, O Amazon Penthesilea! These are not Gnossus' ranks and these are not levies from Sparta. Hellas' spears await thee here and the Myrmidon fighters." But like the northwind high and clear answered Penthesilea, High like the northwind racing ...