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262 Deian. And how the stranger maiden fares, thou know'st,

[Seeing that warm welcome I received her with.]

Lichas. So much so, that my heart leapt up for joy.

Deian. Why should'st thou tell aught else? for much I fear

Lest thou should'st tell my longing love for him,

Before we know if he doth long for us.

[Exit ; ''withdraws into her house''.

Chor. Ο ye that dwell along the harbour's shore,

Or by the rock's hot streams,

And Œta's mountain slopes,

Or the mid Melian lake,

Or by Her shore who owns the golden darts,

Where the high courts of all the Hellenes meet,

From Pylæ named of old.

Soon will the clear-voiced flute return to you

With no unfitting strain.

But like a lyre with hymn

And song the Gods approve;

For, lo! the hero whom Zeus owns as son,

Of fair Alcmena born, hastes home to us,

With trophies of high worth.

Him we, (for twelve long months,