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SEMICHORUS.

⁠Cry aloud, O thou kingdom, O nation,

⁠O stricken, a ruinous land.

SECOND MESSENGER.

Whereat king Œneus, straightening feeble knees,

With feeble hands heaved up a lessening weight,
And laid him sadly in strange hands, and wept.

SEMICHORUS.

⁠Thou art smitten, her lord, her desire,

⁠Thy dear blood wasted as rain.

SECOND MESSENGER.

And they with tears and rendings of the beard

Bear hither a breathing body, wept upon
And lightening at each footfall, sick to death.

SEMICHORUS.

⁠Thou madest thy sword as a fire,

⁠With fire for a sword thou art slain.

SECOND MESSENGER.

And lo, the feast turned funeral, and the crowns

Fallen; and the huntress and the hunter trapped;
And weeping and changed faces and veiled hair.