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Metamorphoses
Book 5, Line 11 by Henry T. Riley (English)
Yet , O Polydectes, the ruler of little Seriphus, neither the valor of the youth proved by so many toils, nor his sorrows have softened thee; but thou obstinately dost exert an inexorable hatred, nor is there any limit to thy unjust resentment. Thou also detractest from his praises, and dost allege that the death of Medusa is but a fiction. “We will give thee a proof of the truth,” says Perseus; “have a regard for your eyes, all besides ;” and he makes the face of the king become stone, without blood, by means of the face of Medusa.
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