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Would that, by my mistress' prayers, Helen, Leda's dear child,  might happen to leave Troy and come here, where she might die, crowned over her hair by the bloody water,  her throat cut by the hands of my mistress, and so pay her requital. But what a sweet message I should receive, if a sailor came from Hellas,  to put an end to my wretched slavery! For may I even in dreams be at home and in my ancestral city, the enjoyment of pleasant sleep,  a grace we have in common with prosperity.