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“Here nought thou findest but the barb’rous rite the guest-rite dear to cruel Diomed, ill-host that made each miserable wight the wonted forage of his stabled steed: Those altars which Busiris, infame sprite, taught with the stranger’s wailing life to bleed, here certès wait thee an thou longer dwell: Fly, then, this folk perfidious, fierce, and fell!