Chorus
O white-winged bark, that o’er the booming ocean-wave didst bring
my royal mistress from her happy home, to crown her queen ’mongst sorrow’s brides! Surely evil omens from either port, at least from Crete, were with that ship, what time to glorious Athens it sped its way,
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and the crew made fast its twisted cable-ends upon the beach of Munychus, and on the land stept out.
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Hippolytus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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