Chorus
They sing.
Deep-girdled nymph, don't be angry. No one's starting a war with you, nor has any unfriendly or trifling word touched my tongue. Please don't threaten me, but graciously tell me what I need: who is it who seems to speak in a wonderful, inspired voice from below the earth?
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