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And Cypris, you who are the first mother of our race, defend us who are sprung from your blood. We come to you, crying out in prayers for your divine ears. And you, Apollo, lord of the Wolf,See the note on Aesch. Suppl. 686. be a wolf to the enemy force and give them groan for groan! You too, maiden child of Leto, ready your bow!

ChorusAh! Ah!I hear the rattle of chariots encircling the town. O lady Hera! The hubs are creaking beneath the axles’ load. Beloved Artemis!