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Go, bear thy message. Do as we enjoin,

What the gods purpose, that will they effect.

Well, go I will, obeying thy behest,

Fair be the issue by the gift of Heaven!

[Exit.

Sire of Olympian gods, thy suppliant calls!

Oh waft propitious Fortune to these halls!

Dispensing justice with omniscient might,

Bless thou my longing sight!

This boon I crave! Guard him, great Zeus, and save!

Him, in these halls ancestral, place

Before his foeman;—bring them face to face!

Him if thou lift to greatness, Power divine,

Requital double, three-fold, shall be thine.

Of him whom thou didst love behold the son

Orphaned, a colt harnessed in sorrow's trace;

Set thou a limit to his toilsome race!

Grant him his course to run,

With steps firm planted, and well-ordered pace!

You too, frequenting the recess

Of wealth-rejoicing homes, I now address;