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O earth, and moon that shines by night, and dazzling radiance of the god,
that giveth light to man, bear the tidings to me, shout aloud to heaven for joy, and beside our ruler’s throne, and in the shrine of grey-eyed Athene.
750
For my fatherland and home will I soon decide the issue of the strife with the gleaming sword, because I have taken suppliants under my protection.
755
O earth, and moon that shines by night, and dazzling radiance of the god,
that giveth light to man, bear the tidings to me, shout aloud to heaven for joy, and beside our ruler’s throne, and in the shrine of grey-eyed Athene.
750
For my fatherland and home will I soon decide the issue of the strife with the gleaming sword, because I have taken suppliants under my protection.
755
Chorus
’Tis a fearful thing, that a city
prosperous as Mycenae is, one famed for martial prowess, should harbour wrath against my land; still, my countrymen, it were a shameful thing in us to yield up suppliant strangers
760
at the bidding of Argos. Zeus is on my side, I am not afraid; Zeus hath a favour unto me, as is my due; never by me
1
shall gods be thought weaker than mortal men.
765
’Tis a fearful thing, that a city
prosperous as Mycenae is, one famed for martial prowess, should harbour wrath against my land; still, my countrymen, it were a shameful thing in us to yield up suppliant strangers
760
at the bidding of Argos. Zeus is on my side, I am not afraid; Zeus hath a favour unto me, as is my due; never by me
1
shall gods be thought weaker than mortal men.
765
Chorus
O dread goddess,
2
thine the soil whereon we stand, thine this city, for thou art its mother, queen, and saviour; wherefore turn some other way the impious king, who leadeth a host
770
from Argos with brandished lance against this land; for, such my worth, I little merit exile from my home.
775
O dread goddess,
2
thine the soil whereon we stand, thine this city, for thou art its mother, queen, and saviour; wherefore turn some other way the impious king, who leadeth a host
770
from Argos with brandished lance against this land; for, such my worth, I little merit exile from my home.
775
Chorus
For thy worship
3
is aye performed with many a sacrifice, and never art thou forgotten as each month draweth to its close,
when young voices sing and dancers’ music is heard abroad, while on our wind-swept hill goes up the cry of joy to the beat of maidens’ feet by night.
780
For thy worship
3
is aye performed with many a sacrifice, and never art thou forgotten as each month draweth to its close,
when young voices sing and dancers’ music is heard abroad, while on our wind-swept hill goes up the cry of joy to the beat of maidens’ feet by night.
780
Heracleidae. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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