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Chorus
No more shall you mount behind a pair of Enetic horses and take the race-course about the Mere with the feet of your racing steeds. [1135] The music that never slept beneath the frame of the lyre-strings shall cease in your father's house. Bare of garlands will be the resting-places of Leto's daughter in the deep greenwood. [1140] The rivalry of maidens to be your bride has been brought to an end by your exile.
Euripides. Euripides, with an English translation by David Kovacs. Cambridge. Harvard University Press. forthcoming.
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