Eumenides.
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Chorus.
The stranger thou didst prompt to matricide.
Apollo.
To avenge his sire I prompted him; why not?
Chorus.
With promise this new bloodshed to defend.
Apollo.
And bade him seek as suppliant this shrine.
Chorus.
And these, his escort, thou forsooth revilest.
Apollo.
Because not meet their presence for these seats.
Chorus.
Yet unto us hath been assigned this charge.
Apollo.
What function this? Extol thy fair employ. 200
Chorus.
All mother-slayers from their homes we chase.
Apollo.
How if the wife her husband should have slain?
Chorus.
Not one in blood were she with him she slew.
