_Semi-Chor. A_. Nay, but the rivers here that pour calm streams through
our country,[268]
Parents of many a son, making glad the soil of our meadows,
With wide flood rolling on, in full and abounding richness.
_Semi-Chor. B_. And Artemis the chaste,
May she behold our band 1010
With pity; ne'er be marriage rites enforcèd
On us by Kythereia: those who hate us,
Let that ill prize be theirs.