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Chorus 'Tis folly, folly, that the land of Greece makes great the slaughter of cattle by the banks of the Alpheus and in the Pythian house of ApolloOlympia and Delphi, holy places of Zeus and Apollo. if we pay no honor to Eros, mankind's despot, who holds the keys to the sweet chambers of Aphrodite! He ruins mortals and sets them upon all manner of disaster when he visits them.
Chorus For my mind is no longer untroubled but beyond all expectation are the things I look upon. We have seen Greece's fairest star, have seen him go forth sped by his father's wrath to another land. O sands of our city's shore, o mountain thickets where with his swift hounds he slew the wild beasts in company with holy Dictynna!