For thy worship is aye performed with many a sacrifice, and never
art thou forgotten as each month draweth to its close, when young
voices sing and dancers' music is heard abroad, while on our wind-swept
hill goes up the cry of joy to the beat of maidens' feet by night.
(The Servant enters.)
Servant: Mistress, the message that I bring is very short for thee
to hear and fair for me, who stand before thee, to announce. O'er
our foes we are victorious, and trophies are being set up, with panoplies
upon them, taken from thy enemies.
Alcmena: Best of friends! this day hath wrought thy liberty by reason
of these tidings. But there still remains one anxious thought thou
dost not free me from;-a thought of fear;-are those, whose lives I
cherish, spared to me?
Servant: They are, and high their fame through all the army spreads.
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