Chor. If further she should go, will she not see
That other Argos, the Dodonian land? 1122
Pr. Crossing the Phthian hills thou next shalt reach
Pharsalus, and Olympus’ peakèd snows
Shall guide thee o’er the green Pelasgic plains
For many a day, but to Argissa come
Let old Peneius thy slow pilot be
Through Tempè, till they turn upon his left
Crowning the wooded slopes with splendours bare.
Thence issuing forth on the Pierian shore