And citizens’ hate, and to have popular curses:Nothing of this against the man here bringing,Who, no more awe-checked than as ’t were a beast’s fate, —With sheep abundant in the well-fleeced graze-flocks, —Sacrificed his child, — dearest fruit of travailTo me, — as song-spell against Threkian blowings.Not him did it behove thee hence to banish— Pollution’s penalty? But hearing mzy deeds