Chorus
Joy, joy!
sweet champion sent by Zeus! Only may Zeus, throned on high, keep jealousy, resistless foe, from you for your words! That fleet of ships from
Argos
never brought,
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neither formerly nor now, among all its warriors a braver than you. How I wonder will Achilles, how will Aias stand the onset of your spear? Oh! that I might see that day, my prince,
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on which you may wreak vengeance on them, gripping your lance in your death-dealing hand!
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Rhesus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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