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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 immortal 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



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