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For many motives now in one converge,—
The God's command, great sorrow for my father;
My lack of fortune, this, too, urges me
Never to leave our noble citizens,
With noblest courage Troïa's conquerors,
To be the subjects to two women thus;
Yea, his soul is as woman's:[[420]] an' it be not,
He soon shall know the issue.
Chor. Grant ye from Zeus, O mighty Destinies!