Chorus
Oh, to be where the enemy, turned to fight,
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will soon join in Ares' clash of bronze, by the shores of Apollo, perhaps, or by that torch-lit beach
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where the Great Goddesses maintain awful rites for mortals on whose lips the ministering Eumolpidae have laid the golden seal of silence. There, I think, the war-rousing
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Theseus and the two maiden sisters will soon meet within our borders, amid the war-cry of resisting men!