Chorus
I left my bed, wearing only a tunic, like a Dorian girl, [935] and sought in vain, ah me! to station myself at the holy hearth of Artemis; for, after seeing my husband slain, I was led away over the broad sea; with many a backward look at my city, [940] when the ship began her homeward voyage and parted me from Ilium's strand; till alas! for very grief I fainted,