Stasimon 1
[Choral 1]
O Argos, home of steeds, my native land! ye have heard with your ears these words, the king’s pious will toward the gods in the sight of great Pelasgia and throughout Argos.
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Chorus
May he reach the goal! yea, and triumph o’er my sorrows,
rescuing the gory corpse, the mother’s idol, and making the land of Inachus his friend by helping her.
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[Choral 2]
For pious toil is a fair ornament to cities, and carries with it a grace that never wastes away.
Chorus
What will the city decide, I wonder? Will it conclude a friendly truce with me, and shall we obtain burial for our sons?
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Help, O help, city of Pallas, the mother’s cause, that so they may not pollute the laws of all mankind. Thou, I know, dost reverence right, and to injustice dealest out
defeat, a protection at all times to the afflicted.
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