flame, that Zeus has
hitherto shot forth! Oh, ye rolling thunders,
that bring down the rain! 'Tis by the order of our king that ye
shall now
stagger the earth! Oh, Hymen! 'tis through thee that he
commands the
universe and that he makes Basileia, whom he has robbed
from Zeus, take her seat at his side. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaeus!
PITHETAERUS (singing)
Let all the
winged tribes of our fellow-citizens follow the bridal
couple to the palace of Zeus and to the
nuptial couch! Stretch forth
your hands, my dear wife! Take hold of me by my wings and let us
dance; I am going to lift you up and carry you through the air.
(PITHETAERUS and BASILEIA leave dancing; the CHORUS follows
them.)
CHORUS (singing)
Alalai! Ie Paion! Tenilla kallinike! Loftiest art thou of gods!
THE END
.