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ANDROMEDA.
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How he has turned himself wholly to love, and caresses a damsel, Dreaming no longer of honour, or danger, or Pallas Athené? Sweeter, it seems, to the young my gifts are; so yield me the stripling; Yield him me now, lest he die in his prime, like hapless Adonis.' Smiling she answered in turn, that chaste Tritonid Athené: 'Dear unto me, no less than to thee, is the wedlock of heroes; Dear, who can worthily win him a wife not unworthy; and noble, Pure with the pure to beget brave children, the like of their father. 410Happy, who thus stands linked to the heroes who were, and who shall be; Girdled with holiest awe, not sparing of self; for his mother
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