Chorus
Strymon, who begot you, his strong young son, that day his swirling waters found a refuge in the tuneful Muse’s virgin bosom.
You are my Zeus, my god of light, as you come driving your dappled horses. Now, O
Phrygia
, O my country, now may you by God’s grace address Zeus the Deliverer!
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Rhesus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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