Chorus
Dark straits of the sea, dark, where the gadfly flying from Argos [395] crossed over the inhospitable wave . . . taking the Asian land in exchange for Europe. Whoever are the ones who left the lovely waters [400] of Eurotas, green with reeds, or the holy streams of Dirce, to come here, to come to the unsociable land, where, for the divine maiden, the blood of mortals stains [405] the altars and columned temples?