Severed in conflict rude;—
Falling in frenzied strife,
So did they end their feud.
Semi-chorus II.
Stayed is their hate, and on the gory plain 930
Commingled is their life;
Too truly of one blood these foemen now.
Stern umpire of their strife,
The fire-born stranger from beyond the main,
The whetted steel. Hostile was Ares too,
Bitter apportioner of wealth, I trow,
Making the curse paternal all too true.
Semi-chorus I. Antistrophe IV.
Of heaven-sent woe allotted shares have they;—
Unhappy, doom'd from birth! 940
Lies 'neath their lifeless clay
Wealth fathomless of—earth.
Semi-chorus II.
Oh ye who your own house have caused to bloom
With many bitter woes!
O'er you at last these curses their shrill lay
Have chanted, fraught with doom;
For now your race is turned to flight,
In utter rout. Ay, on the very gate
Where fell your deadly blows,
Stands Atè's trophy;—and the fiend elate
After her twofold conquest ceased from fight. 950
