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EURIPIDES.
Him will I bury, and go to Pelion's glens,
Where in mine arms I clasped thy loveliest form.
[Exit Thetis.
Now, shall not whoso is prudent choose his wife,
And for his children mates, of noble strain? 1280
And nurse no longing for an evil bride,
Not though she bring his house a regal dower?
So should men ne'er receive ill of the Gods.
Chorus.
O the works of the Gods—in manifold forms they reveal them:
Manifold things unhoped-for the Gods to accomplishment bring. 1285
And the things that we looked for, the Gods deign not to fulfil them;
And the paths undiscerned of our eyes, the Gods unseal them.
So fell this marvellous thing.
[Exeunt omnes.
