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,