Stasimon 4
[Choral 1]
Sweet is the dance to me, whenso the clear-toned flute and lovely Aphrodite shed grace upon the feast;
Chorus
and a joyful thing too it is, I trow, to witness the good luck of friends, who till then ne’er dreamt of it. For numerous is the offspring of Fate,
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that bringeth all to pass, and of Time, the son of Cronos.
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Thine is the path of justice, O my city; this must no man wrest from thee, thy reverence for the gods, and, whoso denieth it of thee, draws nigh to frenzy’s goal,
with these plain proofs in view. Yea, for the god proclaims it clearly, by cutting short the bad man’s pride in every case.
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[Choral 2]
In heaven, mother, lives thy son, passed from earth away; that he went down to Hades’ halls, his body burnt by the fire’s fierce flame, is past belief;
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Chorus
in golden halls reclined he has to wife Hebe, lovely nymph. Thou, O Hymen, hast honoured them, children both of Zeus.
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Things for the most part form a single chain;
for instance, men say Athene used to champion their father, and now the citizens of that goddess have saved his children, and checked the insolence of him, whose heart
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preferred violence to justice. God save me from such arrogance, such greed of soul! [Eurystheus is brought in bound.
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