Oh, there cometh worse.
A Greek's bed in the dark....

ANOTHER.

God curse
That night and all the powers thereof!

ANOTHER.

Or pitchers to and fro to bear
To some Pirênê[12] on the hill,
Where the proud water craveth still
Its broken-hearted minister.

ANOTHER.

God guide me yet to Theseus' land[13],
The gentle land, the famed afar....

ANOTHER.

But not the hungry foam--Ah, never!--
Of fierce Eurotas, Helen's river,
To bow to Menelaus' hand,
That wasted Troy with war!

A WOMAN.

[_Antistrophe 2_.