Chorus
Lord of Thymbra and of Delos, who haunt
your temple in
Lycia
, Apollo, O divine head, come with all your archery, appear this night, and by your guidance save this man,
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and aid the Dardanians, O almighty god whose hands in days of old built the walls of
Troy
.
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Chorus
May he come to the ships! May he reach the army of
Hellas
and spy it out, then turn again and reach the altars of his father’s
home in
Ilium
!
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those horses that the sea-god gave to Peleus, son of Aeacus.
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Chorus
For he alone had heart enough for home and country to go and spy on the naval station; I admire
his spirit; how few stout hearts there are, when on the sea the sunlight dies and the city labors in the surge.
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Chorus
Which of the Achaeans will the earth-treading murderer slay
in their beds, as he pretends to be a four-footed beast on the ground? May he lay Menelaus low, slay Agamemnon and bring his head
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to Helen’s hands, causing her to lament her evil kinsman, who has come against my city, against the land of
Troy
with his army of a thousand ships.
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Rhesus. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1906.
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