Stasimon 3
CHORUS.
Sweet words and faithful heart!
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From those proud lips the Wrath that none may bear!
Now, nor in days of yore,
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Prince like to thee, so valiant and so fair.
Or face thy lance? May I but stand that day
Watching to see him reel
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Broken beneath thy steel,
And once in blood his many murders pay!
RHESUS.
Yea, more atonement thou shalt take from me
For this slow help.—May Adrasteia see
My heart and pardon!—When we two have set
Troy free from these who compass her with hate,
Soon as the Gods have had their first-fruits, I
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With thee will sail—so help me Zeus on high!—
And sack all Hellas with the sword, till these
