Or with the soft luxurious heirs of wealth,
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Or with the race that boast their lineage high.
Antistrophe I
Oh ne'er, oh ne'er, dread Fates,
May ye behold me as the bride of Zeus,
The partner of his couch,
Nor may I wed with any heaven-born spouse!
For I shrink back, beholding Io's lot
Of loveless maidenhood,