[Exit Octavia with guards.]
Chorus: Ye gentle breezes and ye zephyrs mild,
Which once from savage Dian's altar bore975
Atrides' daughter in a cloud concealed,
This child of ours, Octavia too, we pray,
Bear far away from these too cruel woes,
And set her in the fane of Trivia.
For Aulis is more merciful than Rome,
The savage Taurian land more mild than this:980
There hapless strangers to their gods they feed,