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1   T-I|  Minerva,~my resources won’t stretch to a larger sacrifice.~You
2 T-III|    trembling hand?~Won’t you stretch your arms in vain in my
3 T-III|      to which your ire might stretch?~What do you seek that’s
4 T-III|  while this all but farthest stretch of the earth,~Pontus, falsely
5   ExI| sacred rites.~Poet to poet I stretch out my arms in asking~that
6 ExIII|   tears, sink to the ground,~stretch your arms towards those
7  IBIS|   shores,~and, in vengeance, stretch an icy hand to where you
8   Ind|    to the size of his bed or stretch them accordingly. Theseus