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Cassandra
Bring the light, uplift and show its flame! I am doing the god’s service, see! see! making his shrine to glow with tapers bright.
O Hymen, lord of marriage! blessed is the bridegroom; blessed am I also, soon to wed a princely lord in
Argos
. Hail Hymen, lord of marriage!
310
Since you, my mother, are busied with tears and lamentations in your mourning for my father’s death and for our country dear, I at my own nuptials
315
am making this torch to blaze and show its light, giving to you, O Hymen, giving, O Hecate, a light, at the maiden’s wedding, as the custom is.
320
Nimbly lift the foot; lead the dance on high, with cries of joy, as if to greet my father’s happy fate. The dance is sacred. Come, Phoebus, now, for it is in your temple
325
among your bay-trees that I minister. Hail Hymen, god of marriage! Hymen, hail! Dance, mother, and laugh! link your steps with me, and circle in the delightful measure, now here, now there.
330
Salute the bride on her wedding-day with hymns and cries of joy. Come, you maids of
Phrygia
in fair raiment, sing my marriage
335
with the husband fate ordains that I should wed.
340
Bring the light, uplift and show its flame! I am doing the god’s service, see! see! making his shrine to glow with tapers bright.
O Hymen, lord of marriage! blessed is the bridegroom; blessed am I also, soon to wed a princely lord in
Argos
. Hail Hymen, lord of marriage!
310
Since you, my mother, are busied with tears and lamentations in your mourning for my father’s death and for our country dear, I at my own nuptials
315
am making this torch to blaze and show its light, giving to you, O Hymen, giving, O Hecate, a light, at the maiden’s wedding, as the custom is.
320
Nimbly lift the foot; lead the dance on high, with cries of joy, as if to greet my father’s happy fate. The dance is sacred. Come, Phoebus, now, for it is in your temple
325
among your bay-trees that I minister. Hail Hymen, god of marriage! Hymen, hail! Dance, mother, and laugh! link your steps with me, and circle in the delightful measure, now here, now there.
330
Salute the bride on her wedding-day with hymns and cries of joy. Come, you maids of
Phrygia
in fair raiment, sing my marriage
335
with the husband fate ordains that I should wed.
340
The Trojan Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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