Northward of Ossa thou shalt touch the lands
Of Macedon.
Chor. Alas, we wish thee speed, 1132
But bid thee here farewell; for out of Greece
Thou goest ’mongst the folk whose chattering speech
Is like the voice of birds, nor home again
Wilt thou return.
Pr. Thy way along the coast
Lies till it southward turn, when thou shalt seek
Where wide on Strymon’s plain the hindered flood