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HELEN.
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Eurotas!—true was the word that came 350
That my lord on the earth is no more seen?


Chorus.

Wild words and whirling—ah, what should they mean?


Helen.

       The death-dealing cord        Round my neck will I twine,       Or the thirst of the sword        In this heart's blood of mineShall be quenched, through the flesh of my neck as I plunge it to life's deep shrine,   For a sacrifice to the Goddesses three,   And to Paris, whose pipe's wild melodyFloated afar over Ida, and round still steadings of kine.


Chorus.

Far hence averted may mischief flee, 360
And fortune fair abide upon thee!


Helen.

    Woe, hapless Troy, for thee, woe!Thou hast perished for sins not thine own,[1] under misery's load brought low! And the gifts of Kypris to me for their fruit have borne Rivers of blood and of tears, and to them that mourn Anguish is added, and grief to the grief-forlorn.   There are mothers for dead sons weeping;
  1. ↑ Barnes's interpretation.
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