Transcription: Though my intelligence is low in the opinion of this poor wretch, I have figured out that he was the victim of some devious outlaw residing in these parts. Clearly, some heroics are in order. Leaving the funeral pyre to burn itself out, Theseus set out in the direction from which the man had flown. By afternoon his frustration was mounting. Perhaps he had gotten his bearings wrong or miscalculated the trajectory of the flight. So far, The only creatures he had encountered were two shepherds, a satyr, and judging by the sound, a nymph fleeing from his path through the underbreath.
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