. Uomini della vecchia Grecia, di Jennie Hall. Gridando gridando: Comandi! Comandi! Riporta i tuoi comandi ai tuoi schiavi, non ad Atene, gridò un uomo. i Atene non ha terra da risparmiare, gridò^-un altro. Il messaggero ha troppo AthenianEarth sulle sue scarpe ora. Lo scuotano e generano, un altro chiamato. Sì! tutta la folla gridò. Begoff al tuo grande re! Atene non ti vuole. Vai! E scosso i teirfisti. Gli estranei sulla piattaforma radunarono gli stock di Thcmi 9.5 e parlarono. Il pretidente ateniese si guardò dalla sedia e sorrise. Un altro estraneo si presentò. Uomini di Atene, lui
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. Men of old Greece, by Jennie Hall. shouting angrily: Commands! Commands! Take your commands back to your slaves, not to Athens, cried one man. i Athens has no earth to spare, shouted^-another. The messenger has too much Athenianearth on his shoes now. Let him shake itoff and begone, another called. Yes! the whole crowd shouted. Beoff to your Great King! Athens does notwant you. Go! And they shook theirfists. The strangers on the platform gathered Thcmi stocks 9.5 together and talked. The Athenian presi-dent looked on from his chair and smiled. Another stranger came forward. Men of Athens, he began; but the crowdshouted him down. The president stoodup and raised hishand. Let us hear thisPersian and then an-swer him, he said. So the people lis-tened. Be careful whatanswer you send, 3said the Persian. The Great King liasmany hands and many weapons. If histrumpet blows, warriors will run to him fromthe four ends of the earth. Those warriorswill trample your little land into the sea.But the Great King is kind to his friends.. A PERSIAN AMBASSADOR 96 Men of Old Greece For them sunshine falls from his eyes, andgold flows from his hand. You choose be-tween death and the kings love. Death, then! shouted the people.A man came out of the crowd and ran upthe stepsupon the platform. Themistocles! the people shouted.Let us hear him! Themistocles caught up a crown of myrtlefrom the altar and put it upon his head.Then he turned quickly to the crowd. Hiseyes blazed. Men of Athens, he said; and his voicerang like a war-cry. Remember the fairshores across the sea. There our kinsmenlived in beautiful cities. Their ships rodeout to the corners of the world. Smoke rosefrom their altars to the gods. Freemenfilled their market-places. Artists workedin their shops. Fearless soldiers walked thehigh walls and guarded the gates. Nowthose walls are flat. Those shops are empty. 97 Those market-places are bare. Those .altarsaiv overturned. Those ships are sunk.Who lias done these things? This Gr
