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 284 Thou turn them aback, grasp, shake the rein:
 * To the halls Cyclopian speed them again.


 * Yea, this will I do.


 * From the gates forth go—


 * Yet how shall thy wife and thy daughter know
 * My faith herein, that the thing is so?


 * Keep thou this seal, whose impress lies
 * On the letter thou bearest. Away!—the skies
 * Already are grey, and they kindle afar
 * With the dawn's first flush, and the Sun-god's car.
 * Now help thou my strait!

[Exit Old Servant. No man to the end is fortunate,
 * Happy is none:

For a lot unvexed never man yet won. [Exit.

Enter Chorus.

(Str. 1)
 * I have come to the Aulian sea-gulf's verge,
 * To her gleaming sands,
 * I have voyaged Euripus' rushing surge
 * From the city that stands