Chorus.
Go, bear thy message. Do as we enjoin,
What the gods purpose, that will they effect.
Nurse.
Well, go I will, obeying thy behest,
Fair be the issue by the gift of Heaven!
[Exit.
Chorus. Strophe I.
Sire of Olympian gods, thy suppliant calls! 770
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!
Strophe II.
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.
Antistrophe I.
Of him whom thou didst love behold the son 780
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!
Strophe III.
You too, frequenting the recess
†Of wealth-rejoicing homes, I now address;