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And all the Greeks! Now the Gods spue thee out—
So like thou art to Helen! Stood I not 75
On alien soil, by this unerring shaft
Thou hadst died—thy meed for likeness to Zeus' daughter.
Helen.
Unhappy, whoe'er thou be, why turn from me,
And loathe me for afflictions born of her?
Teucer.
I erred, to wrath more yielded than was meet. 80
All Hellas hateth her, the child of Zeus.
But for words spoken, lady, pardon me.
Helen.
Who art thou, and whence com'st thou to this land?
Teucer.
One, lady, of the Achaians evil-starred.
Helen.
No marvel then if Helen thou abhor. 85
But thou, who art thou?—whence?—and what thy name?
Teucer.
Teucer my name is, Telamon my sire,
And Salamis the land that fostered me.
Helen.
Why dost thou visit then these fields of Nile?
Teucer.
An exile am I driven from fatherland. 90