Enter Chorus of the Daughters of Danaos,[[206]] in the dress of Egyptian women, with the boughs of suppliants in their hands, and fillets of white wool twisted round them, chanting as they move in procession to take up their position round the thymele
Zeus, the God of Suppliants, kindly
Look on this our band of wanderers,
That from banks at mouths of Neilos,
Banks of finest sand, departed![[207]]
Yea, we left the region sacred,
Grassy plain on Syria's borders,[[208]]
Not for guilt of blood to exile
By our country's edict sentenced,
But with free choice, loathing wedlock,