Cassandra
Bring the light, uplift and show its flame! I am doing the god's service, see! see! making his shrine to glow with tapers bright.
[310]
O Hymen, lord of marriage! blessed is the bridegroom; blessed am I also, soon to wed a princely lord in Argos. Hail Hymen, lord of marriage!
[315]
Since you, my mother, are busied with tears and lamentations in your mourning for my father's death and for our country dear, I at my own nuptials
[320]
am making this torch to blaze and show its light, giving to you, O Hymen, giving, O Hecate, a light, at the maiden's wedding, as the custom is.
[325] Nimbly lift the foot; lead the dance on high, with cries of joy, as if to greet my father's happy fate. The dance is sacred. Come, Phoebus, now, for it is in your temple [330] among your bay-trees that I minister. Hail Hymen, god of marriage! Hymen, hail! Dance, mother, and laugh! link your steps with me, and circle in the delightful measure, now here, now there. [335] Salute the bride on her wedding-day with hymns and cries of joy. Come, you maids of Phrygia in fair raiment, sing my marriage [340] with the husband fate ordains that I should wed.
