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How dost thou bid me train
My soul to baseness vile?
With him I will endure
Whatever is decreed.
Traitors I've learnt to hate;
Nor is there any plague
That more than this I loathe.

⁠Merc. Nay, then, remember ye
What now I say, nor blame
Your fortune; never say
That Zeus has cast you down
With evil not foreseen.
Not so; ye cast yourselves:
For now with open eyes,
Not taken unawares,
In Atè's endless net
Ye shall entangled be
By folly of your own.
⁠[A pause, and then flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.

⁠Prom. Yea, now in very deed,
No more in word alone,
The earth shakes to and fro,
And the loud thunder's voice
Bellows hard by, and blaze
The flashing levin fires;
And tempests whirl the dust,
And gusts of all wild winds
On one another leap
In wild conflicting blasts,
And sky with sea is blent:
Such is the storm from Zeus
That comes as working fear,
In utter chaos whirled

In terrors manifest.