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From Aether’s radiant seat Thebes’ mighty son, The God two-mother’d, sprung from father-thigh, seeing the Lusian host had straight begun the Moorman’s hate and horror to defy, fixt ev’ery project some foul feat upon, by which the stranger host might surely die: And while the plot his spirit importunèd, thus in soliloquy the God communèd:—