Is not this now a woe invincible?
Chor. Yet, even yet, from evils such as these,
God, if He will, may bring more pleasant strains:
And for the dirge we utter by the tomb,
A pæan in the royal house may raise
Welcome to new-found friend.
Strophe III
Orest. Had'st thou beneath the walls
Of Ilion, O my sire,
Been slain by Lykian foe,[[423]]