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 1   T-I|  kind winds blow,~though you spare me, I’ll be no less an exile.~~
 2   T-I|       if such was my intent, spare me, gods!~If not, may a
 3  T-II|    on his wreathed chariot –~spare me, I pray, hide your lightning
 4  T-II|  well known to wretched me! ~Spare me, father of the country,
 5 T-III|     was it, O great gods, to spare the dying,~so I might have
 6   T-V|     promised, to the stars –~spare me, I beg of you, and reduce
 7   T-V|      have equalled Nestor’s,~spare her who grieves without
 8  ExII|  conquers only that he might spare the conquered,~who’s placed
 9   ExI|   somehow grim and menacing?~Spare me, hero mightier in virtues
10   ExI|   justified revenge.~Please, spare me, undying glory of our
11 ExIII| heavenly powers, believe me, spare the wretched,~and don’t