And laved and lost
therewith is the deep curse
Of matricide; for while the guilt was new,
'Twas banished from me at Apollo's hearth,
Atoned and purified by death of swine.
Long were my word if I should sum the tale,
How oft since then among my fellow-men
I stood and brought no curse. Time cleanses all-
Time, the coeval of all things that are.
Now from pure lips, in words of omen fair,
I call Athena, lady of this land,
To come, my
champion: so, in aftertime,
She shall not fail of love and service leal,
Not won by war, from me and from my land
And all the folk of Argos, vowed to her.
Now, be she far away in Libyan land
Where flows from Triton's lake her natal wave,-
Stand she with planted feet, or in some hour
Of rest
conceal them,
champion of her friends
Where'er she be,-Or whether o'er the plain
Phlegraean she look forth, as
warrior bold-
I cry to her to come, where'er she be,
(And she, as
goddess, from afar can hear)
And aid and free me, set among my foes.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
Thee not Apollo nor Athena's strength
Can save from perishing, a castaway
Amid the Lost, where no delight shall meet
Thy soul-a bloodless prey of
nether powers,
A shadow among shadows. Answerest thou
Nothing? dost cast away my words with scorn,
Thou, prey prepared and
dedicate to me?
Not as a
victim slain upon the shrine,
But living shalt thou see thy flesh my food.
Hear now the
binding chant that makes thee mine.
CHORUS (chanting)
Weave the weird dance,-behold the hour
To utter forth the chant of hell,
Our sway among mankind to tell,
The
guidance of our power.
Of justice are we ministers,
And whosoe'er of men may stand
Lifting a pure unsullied hand,
That man no doom of ours incurs,
And walks thro' all his
mortal path
Untouched by woe, unharmed by wrath.
But if, as yonder man, he hath
Blood on the hands he
strives to hide,
We stand avengers at his side,
Decreeing, Thou hast wronged the dead:
We are doom's witnesses to thee.
The price of blood, his hands have shed,
We wring from him; in life, in death,
Hard at his side are we!
strophe 1
Night, Mother Night, who brought me forth, a torment
To living men and dead,
Hear me, O hear! by Leto's stripling son
I am dishonoured:
He hath ta'en from me him who cowers in refuge,
To me made consecrates-
A
rightfulvictim, him who slew his mother,
Given o'er to me and fate.
refrain 1
Hear the hymn of hell,
O'er the
victim sounding,-
Chant of
frenzy, chant of ill,
Sense and will confounding!
Round the soul entwining
Without lute or lyre-
Soul in
madness pining,
Wasting as with fire!
antistrophe 1
Fate, all-pervading Fate, this service spun, commanding
That I should bide therein:
Whosoe'er of
mortals, made perverse and lawless,
Is stained with blood of kin,
By his side are we, and hunt him ever onward,
Till to the Silent Land,
The realm of death, he cometh; neither yonder
In freedom shall he stand.
refrain 1
Hear the hymn of hell,
O'er the
victim sounding,-
Chant of
frenzy, chant of ill,
Sense and will confounding!
Round the soul entwining
Without lute or lyre-
Soul in
madness pining,
Wasting as with fire!
strophe 2
When from womb of Night we
sprang, on us this labour
Was laid and shall abide.
Gods im
mortal are ye, yet
beware ye touch not
That which is our pride!
None may come beside us gathered round the blood-feast-
For us no garments white
Gleam on a festal day; for us a darker fate is,
Another darker rite.
refrain 2
That is mine hour when falls an ancient line
When in the household's heart
The God of blood doth slay by
kindred hands,-
Then do we bear our part:
On him who slays we sweep with chasing cry:
Though he be triply strong,
We wear and waste him; blood atones for blood,
Yew pain for ancient wrong.
antistrophe 2
I hold this task-'tis mine, and not another's.
The very gods on high,
Though they can silence and annul the prayers
Of those who on us cry,
They may not
strive with us who stand apart,
A race by Zeus abhorred,
Blood-boltered, held
unworthy of the council
And
converse of Heaven's lord.
strophe 3
Therefore the more I leap upon my prey;
Upon their head I bound;
My foot is hard; as one that trips a runner
I cast them to the ground;
Yea, to the depth of doom intolerable;
And they who erst were great,
And upon earth held high their pride and glory,
Are brought to low estate.
In
underworld they waste and are diminished,
The while around them fleet
Dark wavings of my robes, and, subtly woven,
The paces of my feet.
antistrophe 3
Who falls infatuate, he sees not neither knows he
That we are at his side;
So closely round about him,
darkly flitting,
The cloud of guilt doth glide.
Heavily 'tis uttered, how around his hearthstone
The mirk of hell doth rise.
strophe 4
Stern and fixed the law is; we have hands t'
achieve it,
Cunning to devise.
Queens are we and mindful of our
solemn vengeance.
Not by tear or prayer
Shall a man avert it. In unhonoured darkness,
Far from gods, we fare,
Lit unto our task with torch of sunless regions,
And o'er a
deadly way-
Deadly to the living as to those who see not
Life and light of day-
Hunt we and press onward.
antistrophe 4
Who of
mortals hearing
Doth not quake for awe,
Hearing all that Fate thro' hand of God hath given us
For
ordinance and law?
Yea, this right to us, in dark abysm and backward
Of ages it befell:
None shall wrong mine office, tho' in
nether regions
And sunless dark I dwell.
(ATHENA enters.)
ATHENA
Far off I heard the clamour of your cry,
As by Scamander's side I set my foot
Asserting right upon the land given o'er
To me by those who o'er Achaea's host
Held sway and
leadership: no
scanty part
Of all they won by spear and sword, to me
They gave it, land and all that grew thereon,
As chosen heirloom for my Theseus' clan.
Thence summoned, sped I with a
tireless foot,-
Hummed on the wind, instead of wings, the fold
Of this mine aegis, by my feet propelled,
As, linked to mettled horses, speeds a car.
And now, beholding here Earth's
nether brood,
I fear it
nought, yet are mine eyes amazed
With wonder. Who are ye? of all I ask,
And of this stranger to my
statue clinging.
But ye-your shape is like no human form,
Like to no
goddess whom the gods behold,
Like to no shape which
mortal women wear.
Yet to stand by and chide a
monstrous form
Is all unjust-from such words Right revolts.
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
O child of Zeus, one word shall tell thee all.
We are the children of
eternal Night,
And Furies in the
underworld are called.
ATHENA
I know your lineage now and eke your name.
LEADER
Yea, and eftsoons indeed my rights shalt know.
ATHENA
Fain would I learn them; speak them clearly forth,
LEADER
We chase from home the murderers of men.
ATHENA
And where at last can he that slew make pause?
LEADER
Where this is law-All joy
abandon here.
ATHENA
Say, do ye bay this man to such a flight?
LEADER
Yea, for of choice he did his mother slay.
ATHENA