And so the wrath which works its vengeance out
Dear bride to Ilion brought,
(Ah, all too truly named!) exacting still[323]
After long lapse of time
The penalty of foul dishonour done
To friendship's board and Zeus, of host and guest
The God, from those who paid
Their loud-voiced honour then
Unto that bridal strain,
That hymeneal chorus which to chant
Fell to the lot of all the bridegroom's kin.[324]
But learning other song,
Priam's ancient city now 690
Bewaileth sore, and calls on Paris' name,
Wedded in fatal wedlock; all the time
*Enduring tear-fraught life
*For all the blood its citizens had lost.