[He leads the boy away with him.]
Chorus: Where lies the home of our captivity?
On Thessaly's famed mountain heights?
Where Tempe's dusky shade invites?815
Or Phthia, sturdy warriors' home,
Or where rough Trachin's cattle roam?
Iolchos, mistress of the main,
Or Crete, whose cities crowd the plain?820
Where frequent flow Mothone's rills,