But you have given yourself to me.

You are my very own; you belong to me only, and not to yourself; and I desire, I command you to yield to my first request.

Go with my mother, or stay here, if you will, with the dead.
Wherever your father may be, it is not, cannot be, the right place for you--my betrothed bride.

I can guess where he is.

Oh! Gorgo, be warned.
"The fate of the old gods is sealed.