Clytaemnestra: 'Tis even so. Command me; I must play the slave to
thee. If there are gods, thou for thy righteous dealing wilt find
them favourable; if there are none, what need to toil? (Exeunt Achilles
and Clytaemnestra.)
Chorus: What wedding-hymn was that which raised its strains to the
sound of Libyan flutes, to the music of the dancer's lyre, and the
note of the pipe of reeds?
'Twas in the day Pieria's fair-tressed choir came o'er the slopes
of Pelion to the marriage-feast of Peleus, beating the ground with
print of golden sandals at the banquet of the gods, and hymning in
dulcet strains the praise of Thetis and the son of Aeacus, o'er the
Centaurs' hill, down through the woods of Pelion.
There was the Dardanian boy, Phrygian Ganymede, whom Zeus delights
to honour, drawing off the wine he mixed in the depths of golden bowls;
while, along the gleaming sand, the fifty daughters of Nereus graced
the marriage with their dancing, circling in a mazy ring.
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