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EURIPIDES.

Fleeing like panic-struck Asian array—

⁠O earth, O earth!—away and away.
Ah me, strange dames, whitherward can I flee,
Through the cloud-dappled welkin my flight up-winging,
⁠Or over the sea
Which the hornèd Ocean with arms enringing
Coileth around earth endlessly?


Chorus.

What is it, Helen's servant, Ida's son?⁠1380


Phrygian.

Ilion, Ilion, woe is me!
Phrygian city, and mount Idæan
Holy and fertile, I wail for thee
In the chariot-pæan, the chariot-pæan,[1]
With cry barbaric!—thy ruin came
Of the bird-born beauty, the swan-plumed dame,
Curst Helen the lovely, Leda's child,
A vengeance-fiend to the towers uppiled
⁠By Apollo of carven stone.
⁠Alas for thy moan, thy moan,⁠1390
Dardania!—the steeds that Zeus gave erst
For his minion Ganymede, made thee accurst!


Chorus.

Tell clearly all that in the house befell:
For thy first words be vague: I can but guess.

  1. ↑ The precise significance of this is mere matter of conjecture.
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