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Dieth this course； 'Tis she who smote and slew；
And shamed and scorned I roam？ Awake； and hear
My plaint of dead men's hate intolerable。
Me； sternly slain by them that should have loved；
Me doth no god arouse him to avenge；
Hewn down in blood by matricidal hands。
Mark ye these wounds from which the heart's blood ran；
And by whose hand； bethink ye！ for the sense
When shut in sleep hath then the spirit…sight；
But in the day the inward eye is blind。
List； ye who drank so oft with lapping tongue
The wineless draught by me outpoured to soothe
Your vengeful ire！ how oft on kindled shrine
I laid the feast of darkness； at the hour
Abhorred of every god but you alone！
Lo； all my service trampled down and scorned！
And he bath baulked your chase； as stag the hounds；
Yea； lightly bounding from the circling toils；
Hath wried his face in scorn； and flieth far。
Awake and hear…for mine own soul I cry…
Awake； ye powers of hell！ the wandering ghost
That once was Clytemnestra calls…Arise！
（The FURIES mutter grimly； as in a dream。）
Mutter and murmur！ He hath flown afar…
My kin have gods to guard them； I have none！
（The FURIES mutter as before。）
O drowsed in sleep too deep to heed my pain！
Orestes flies； who me； his mother； slew。
（The FURIES give a confused cry。）
Yelping； and drowsed again？ Up and be doing
That which alone is yours； the deed of hell！
（The FURIES give another cry。）
Lo； sleep and toil； the sworn confederates；
Have quelled your dragon…anger； once so fell！
THE FURIES （muttering more fiercely and loudly）
Seize； seize； seize； seize…mark； yonder！
GHOST
In dreams ye chase a prey； and like some hound；
That even in sleep doth ply woodland toil；
Ye bell and bay。 What do ye； sleeping here？
Be not o'ercome with toil； nor； sleep…subdued；
Be heedless of my wrong。 Up！ thrill your heart
With the just chidings of my tongue；…Such words
Are as a spur to purpose firmly held。
Blow forth on him the breath of wrath and blood；
Scorch him with reek of fire that burns in you；
Waste him with new pursuit…swift； hound him down！
（The GHOST sinks。）
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？
strophe 2
The sound of chiding scorn
Came from the land of dream；
Deep to mine inmost heart I felt it thrill and burn；
Thrust as a strong…grasped goad； to urge
Onward the chariot's team。
Thrilled； chilled with bitter inward pain
I stand as one beneath the doomsman's scourge。
antistrophe 2
Shame on the younger gods who tread down right；
Sitting on thrones of might！
Woe on the altar of earth's central fane！
Clotted on step and shrine；
Behold； the guilt of blood； the ghastly stain！
strophe 3
Woe upon thee； Apollo！ uncontrolled；
Unbidden； hast thou； prophet…god； imbrued
The pure prophetic shrine with wrongful blood！
For thou too heinous a respect didst hold
Of man； too little heed of powers divine！
And us the Fates； the ancients of the earth；
Didst deem as nothing worth。
antistrophe 3
Scornful to me thou art； yet shalt not fend
My wrath from him； though unto hell he flee；
There too are we！
And he the blood…defiled； should feel and rue；
Though I were not； fiend…wrath that shall not end；
Descending on his head who foully slew。
（APOLLO enters from the inner shrine。）
APOLLO
Out！ I command you。 Out from this my home…
Haste； tarry not！ Out from the mystic shrine；
Lest thy lot be to take into thy breast
The winged bright dart that from my golden string
Speeds hissing as a snake；…lest； pierced and thrilled
With agony； thou shouldst spew forth again
Black frothy heart's…blood； drawn from mortal men；
Belching the gory clots sucked forth from wounds。
These be no halls where such as you can prowl…
Go where men lay on men the doom of blood；
Heads lopped from necks； eyes from their spheres plucked out；
Hacked flesh； the flower of youthful seed crushed out；
Feet hewn away； and hands； and death beneath
The smiting stone； low moans and piteous
Of men impaled…Hark； hear ye for what feast
Ye hanker ever； and the loathing gods
Do spit upon your craving？ Lo； your shape
Is all too fitted to your greed； the cave
Where lurks some lion； lapping gore； were home
More meet for you。 Avaunt from sacred shrines；
Nor bring pollution by your touch on all
That nears yuu。 Hence！ and roam unshepherded…
No god there is to tend such herd as you。
LEADER OF THE CHORUS
O king Apollo； in our turn hear us。
Thou hast not only part in these ill things；
But art chief cause and doer of the same。
APOLLO
How？ stretch thy speech to tell this； and have done。
LEADER
Thine oracle bade this man slay his mother。
APOLLO
I bade him quit his sire's death；…wherefore not？
LEADER
Then didst thou aid and guard red…handed crime。
APOLLO
Yea； and I bade him to this temple flee。
LEADIER
And yet forsooth dost chide us following him！；
APOLLO