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EURIPIDES.

Helen.

What can I say?—what mortal had looked for this?
I am clasping thee unto my breast, an undreamed-of bliss!


Menelaus.

And I thee, who to Ida's town, men thought,
Wentest, and Ilium's towers misery-fraught.


Helen.

Woe's me! to the bitter beginning of all dost thou go! 660


Menelaus.

'Fore heaven, how wast thou ravished from mine home?


Helen.

Woe's me for the bitter tale that thou seekest to know!


Menelaus.

Tell; I must hear. From God's hand all things come.


Helen.

Yet oh, I abhor to unfold it, the story of woe.


Menelaus.

Yet tell: 'tis sweet to hear of woes past o'er.


Helen.

Never to alien prince's bed
Wafted by wings of the oars I fled,
Nor by wings of a lawless love on-sped.

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