Stasimon 5
[Choral 2]
Childless, desolate, with no limit to my grief, I must drain the cup of woe, until I die.
Chorus
’Twas all in vain the gods wished thee joy on thy wedding day.The gods had attended the marriage of Peleus and Thetis.
Peleus
All my hopes have flown away,
fallen short of my high boasts.
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Chorus
A lonely dweller in a lonely home art thou.
Peleus
I have no city any longer;οὐκέτ᾽ ἐστί μοι πόλις (Hermann). there! on the ground my sceptre do I cast; and thou, daughter of Nereus, neath thy dim grotto,
shalt see me grovelling in the dust,γᾷ πίτνοντα μ᾽ ὄψει (Hermann). a ruined king.
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