Chorus
And then one day with murderous bow he wounded
the race of wild Centaurs, that range the hills, slaying them with winged shafts. Peneus, the river of fair eddies, knows him well, and those far fields unharvested,
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Heracles. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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