<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0013.tlg001.perseus-eng2"><l n="1"><gap reason="lost"/><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>For some say, at Dracanum; and some, on windy Icarus; and some, in <placeName key="tgn,7012053">Naxos</placeName>, O Heaven-born, Insewn<note anchored="true" resp="ed">Dionysus, after his untimely birth from Semele, was sewn into the thigh of Zeus.</note>;
        and others by the deep-eddying river Alpheus that pregnant Semele bare you to Zeus the
        thunder-lover. </l><l n="5">And others yet, lord, say you were born in <placeName key="perseus,Thebes">Thebes</placeName>; but all these lie. The Father of men and gods gave you birth remote
        from men and secretly from white-armed Hera. There is a certain <placeName key="perseus,Nysa">Nysa</placeName>, a mountain most high and richly grown with woods, far
        off in Phoenice, near the streams of <placeName key="tgn,7016833">Aegyptus</placeName>
      </l><l n="10"><gap reason="lost"/><!--<milestone type="startquote"/>-->“and men will lay up for
            her<note anchored="true" resp="ed"><hi rend="ital">sc.</hi> Semele. Zeus is here
            speaking.</note> many offerings in her shrines. And as these things are three,<note anchored="true" resp="ed">The reference is apparently to something in the body of the
            hymn, now lost.</note> so shall mortals ever sacrifice perfect hecatombs to you at your
          feasts each three years.”<!--<milestone type="endquote"/>--><milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>The Son of Cronos spoke and nodded with his dark brows. And the divine locks of the king
          flowed forward </l><l n="15">from his immortal head, and he made great <placeName key="tgn,7011019">Olympus</placeName> reel. So spake wise Zeus and ordained it with a nod. <milestone unit="Para" ed="P"/>Be favorable, O
        Insewn, Inspirer of frenzied women! we singers sing of you as we begin and as we end a
        strain, and none forgetting you may call holy song to mind. </l><l n="20">And so, farewell, Dionysus, Insewn, with your mother Semele whom men call Thyone.
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