Stasimon 2
[Choral 1]
Have pity, my king! He has told of a struggle with sufferings manifold and oppressive—may the like befall no friend of mine!
Chorus
And if, my king, you hate the hateful Atreids, then, turning their wrongdoing to this man’s gain,
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I would take him in your swift, well-rigged ship to the home for which he longs, and so escape the god’s just wrath.
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