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Hail, Queen of Argos, daughter of Thy nendorous sister, of those noble sons of Zeus, who dwell in the flame-lit Philomelma of the stars, whose garden hides it to save the sailor tossing on the sea. All hail, because of Thy wealth and Thy prosperity, I do thee homage to the blessed gods. Now is the time, great Queen, for us to pay our court unto Thy fortunes.
