Hast many, so many souls undone
'Neath Troia! and now the consummated
Much-memorable curse
Hast thou made flower-forth, red
With the blood no rains disperse,
That which was then in the House—
Strife all-subduing, the woe of a spouse.
Klu. Nowise, of death the fate—
Burdened by these things—supplicate!
Nor on Helena turn thy wrath