1 Where are Periphetes, and Sinis, and Sciron , and all whom I have slain?
2 Think of such a fellow as he hurling old Sciron from the cliffs!
3 And Sciron cried panting, "Loose me, and I will let thee pass."
4 And there he saw Sciron sitting by a fountain, at the edge of the cliff.
5 And Sciron leapt to his feet, and answered-
6 Then Sciron , white with fear, washed his feet.
7 Then Sciron , black with rage, tried to grapple with him; but Theseus was too quick for that.
8 (18) Of course, ever since the decease of Sinis, and Sciron , and Procrustes, (19) foreign travellers have had an easy time of it.
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