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Alas, alas! for your mournful fate and destiny, lady! You were fated, fated to have a life full of pain, when Zeus begot you on your mother,  shining through the air on the wings of a snow-white swan. What evil is not yours? What life have you not endured? Your mother is dead;  the twin beloved sons of Zeus do not enjoy happiness; and you do not see your fatherland, while through the cities a rumor goes, mistress, which hands you over  to the bed of a barbarian; your husband has lost his life in the salty waves, and never again will you bring joy to your father's halls and Athene of the Bronze House.