Eumenides.
147
Chorus.
[Groans.]
Clytemnestra.
Dost groan, dost sleep, nor on the instant rise?
What have ye done except to work me bale?
Chorus.
[Groans.]
Clytemnestra.
Slumber and toil, worthy conspirators,
Have sorely wasted the fell dragon's might.
Chorus.
[Redoubled and shrill groans.]
Chorus-leader.[1] Take heed there.
Furies. 2. 3.–––Seize.
4. 5.–––Seize.
6. 7.––––Seize.
8. 9.––––Seize.
10. 11.–––––Seize.
12. 13.–––––Seize.
14. 15.–––––Seize.
Clytemnestra.
In dreams dost track the game, yelping amain,
Like hound that never intermits the chase.
- ↑ Müller, p. 61. These exclamations are uttered by the leader and the other Furies in rapid succession.
