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{715}
_Strophe III: Altar to Right._
So I would tell that thus to Ilion came
Mood as of calm when all the air is still,
The gentle pride and joy of kingly state,
A tender glance of eye,
The full-blown blossom of a passionate love,
Thrilling the very soul;
And yet she turned aside,
And wrought a bitter end of marriage feast,
Coming to Priam's race,
Ill sojourner, ill friend,
Sent by great Zeus, the God of host and guest--
Erinnys, for whom wives weep many tears. {726}
_Antistrophe III: back to Altar._
The time-honored saying is that Prosperity grown big will not die
childless, its offspring will be a Woe insatiable. I say no, it is not
the Prosperity, it is an Impious deed that breeds Impious deeds like the
parent stock. {737}
_Strophe IV: from Altar to Left._
Recklessness begets Recklessness, this begets full-flushed Lust and
Godforgetting Daring, two black curses to a household. {746}
_Antistrophe IV: back to Altar.


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