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THE FURIES.
Chorus.
O queen, what refuge dost thou promise me?
Athena.
Refuge untouched by bale: take thou my boon.
Chorus.
What, if I take it, shall mine honour be?
Athena.
No house shall prosper without grace of thine.
Chorus.
Canst thou achieve and grant such power to me?
Athena.
Yea, for my hand shall bless thy worshippers.
Chorus.
And wilt thou pledge me this for time eterne?
Athena.
Yea: none can bid me pledge beyond my power.
Chorus.
Lo, I desist from wrath, appeased by thee.
Athena.
Then in the land's heart shalt thou win thee friends.
Chorus.
What chant dost bid me raise, to greet the land?
Athena.
Such as aspires towards a victory
Unrued by any: chants from breast of earth,
