First Fury:
awaking
Up! rouse another as I rouse thee; up!
Sleep'st thou? Rise up, and spurning sleep away,
See we if false to us this prelude rang.
Chorus of Furies:
singing
strophe 1
Alack, alack, O sisters, we have toiled,
O much and vainly have we toiled and borne!
Vainly! and all we wrought the gods have foiled,
And turned us to scorn!
He hath slipped from the net, whom we chased: he hath 'scaped us who
should be our prey-
O'ermastered by slumber we sank, and our quarry hath stolen away!
antistrophe
1
Thou, child of the high God Zeus, Apollo, hast robbed us and
wronged;
Thou, a youth, hast down-trodden the right that to godship more ancient
belonged;
Thou hast cherished thy suppliant man; the slayer, the God-
forsaken,
The bane of a parent, by craft from out of our grasp thou hast
taken;
A god, thou hast stolen from us the avengers a matricide
son-
And who shall consider thy deed and say, It is rightfully done?
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