Lichas: I know, and will report, that all hath prospered.
Deianeira: And then thou hast seen the greeting given to the stranger
maiden-thou knowest how I welcomed her?
Lichas: So that my heart was filled with wondering joy.
Deianeira: What more, then, is there for thee to tell? I am afraid
that it would be too soon to speak of the longing on my part, before
we know if I am longed for there. (Lichas departs with the casket
and Deianeira retires into the house.)
Chorus: (Singing, strophe 1)
O ye who dwell by the warm springs between haven and crag, and by
Oeta's heights; O dwellers by the land-locked waters of the Malian
sea, on the shore sacred to the virgin-goddess of the golden shafts,
where the Greeks meet in famous council at the Gates;
(antistrophe 1)
Soon shall the glorious voice of the flute go up for you again, resounding
with no harsh strain of grief, but with such music as the lyre maketh
to the gods! For the son whom Alcmena bore to Zeus is hastening homeward,
with the trophies of all prowess.
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