_Semi-Chor. A_. Yet am I sore afraid of the ship that chases us
wanderers,
Of terrible sorrows, and wars that are bloody and hateful;
*Why else have they had fair gale for this their eager pursuing?1030
_Semi-Chor. B_. Whate'er is decreed of us, I know that it needs must
happen;
The mighty purpose of Zeus, unfailing, admits no transgression:
*May this fate come to us, as to many women before us,
*Fate of marriage and spouse!