Though all unmeet as helper to men's groans.
Strophe II
Cass. Apollo! O Apollo!
God of all paths, Apollo true to me;
For still thou dost appal me and destroy.[[353]]
Chor. She seems her own ills like to prophesy:
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The God's great gift is in the slave's mind yet.
Antistrophe II
Cass. Apollo! O Apollo!