Chorus
Would God his mother had smitten him a cruel death-blow
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on the head before he made his home on Ida’s
slopes, in the hour Cassandra, standing by the holy bay-tree, cried out,
Slay him, for he will bring most grievous bane on Priam’s town. To every prince she went, to every elder sued
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for the babe’s destruction.
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Andromache. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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