When the fierce business must be done,
When in thine ear she whimpers forth, "My Son;"
Steeling thy heart, recall thy slaughtered sire,
†And cónsummate unblamed the vengeance dire.
ANTISTROPHE IV.
With heart of Perseus steadfast in thy breast,
For the dear love
Libation Bearers. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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