Chorus-Leader
Who shall be stationed first, who next to first, to hold fast the grip of the fire-brand,
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thrust it beneath the Cyclops' brow and grind to powder his bright eye?
Singing within.1
Hush! Hush! For now the Cyclops, drunk and making graceless melody,
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comes forth from the rocky cave, a singer who is inept and shall pay dearly. Come, let us with our revelling songs impart some culture to this lout. In any case he shall be blind.