And Argos, never meet our view,

And bloody Pelops' city too;855

May we ne'er see Ulysses' isle,

Whose borders share their master's guile.

But thee, O Hecuba, what fate,

What land, what Grecian lord await?860

ACT IV

[Enter Helen.]

Helen [aside]: Whatever wedlock, bred of evil fate,

Is full of joyless omens, blood and tears,