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EURIPIDES.
Where, Tyndareus' scions, your homes are on high    Mid the flashings of starland:Ye who dwell in the halls of the Heavenly Home,1500    Be nigh her, safe guidingHelen where seas heave, surges comb,As o'er waves green-glimmering, crested with foam,    Her galley is riding.To her crew send breezes from Zeus' hand sped    In the sails low-singing,Your sister's reproach of an alien bed    Afar from her flinging,—The reproach of the strife upon Ida, whose guilt    Unto her was requited,1510Though on Ilium's towers, of Apollo upbuilt,    Her feet never lighted.

Enter, meeting, King from palace and Messenger from harbour.


Messenger.

King, all unwelcome in thine halls I meet thee,[1]
Since thou must straightway hear of me ill-news.


Theoklymenus.

What now?


Messenger.

The wooing of another bride
Speed thou, for Helen from the land is gone. 1515

  1. ↑ Reading κάκιστα σ’ ἐν, and understanding it of the invidious, and dangerous, position of the bringer of bad tidings. Cf. misgivings of watchman in Antigone, ll. 223—243.
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