Chorus.
O child of Zeus, one word shall tell thee all.
We are the children of eternal Night,
And Furies in the underworld are called.
Athena.
I know your lineage now and eke your name.
Chorus.
Yea, and eftsoons indeed my rights shalt know.
Athena.
Fain would I learn them; speak them clearly forth.
Chorus.
We chase from home the murderers of men.
Athena.
And where at last can he that slew make pause?
Chorus.
Where this is law—All joy abandon here.
Athena.
Say, do ye bay this man to such a flight?
Chorus.
Yea, for of choice he did his mother slay.
Athena.
Urged by no fear of other wrath and doom?
Chorus.
What spur can rightly goad to matricide?
Athena.
Two stand to plead—one only have I heard.
Chorus.
He will not swear nor challenge us to oath.
