Chorus
1 What! I endure all this; alas!
2 I, hoary goddess, dwell forsooth on earth,
Debasement horrible!
3 Revenge I breathe, unmitigated wrath!
4 Woe, woe! O earth, alas!
5 What agony of pain creeps o'er my heart!
6 Hear, Mother Night, my passion.
7 Mark for scorn,
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By crafty gods deluded, held for nought,
Of ancient honour I am basely shorn.
Eumenides. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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