Chorus
O breeze, breeze of the sea,
that wafts swift galleys, ocean’s coursers, across the surging main! Where will you bear me, the sorrowful one? To whose house shall I be brought, to be his slave and chattel?
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to some haven in the Dorian land, or in
Phthia
, where men say Apidanus, father of fairest streams, makes fat and rich the soil?
450
Chorus
Or to an island home, sent on a voyage of misery by oars that sweep the brine, leading a wretched existence in halls where the first-created palm and the bay-tree put forth their sacred
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shoots for dear
Latona
, a memorial of her divine birth-pains? and there with the maids of
Delos
shall I hymn
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the golden head-band and bow of Artemis, their goddess?
465
Chorus
Or in the city of Pallas, the home of Athena of the lovely chariot, shall I then upon her saffron robe yoke horses,
embroidering them on my web in brilliant varied shades, or the race of Titans, put to sleep by Zeus the son of Cronos with bolt of flashing flame?
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Hecuba. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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