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 Hear, all-ruling lord of the gods, all-seeing Zeus! Grant to the guardians of this land to achieve with triumphant might the capture that gives the prize into their hands! And may your daughter grant it too, dread Pallas Athena!  And Apollo, the hunter, and his sister, who follows the spotted, swift-footed deer—I wish that they would come, a double help  to this land and to its people. Chorus
Wandering stranger, you will not say your watcher was a false prophet, for I see your daughters once again drawing near.
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