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THE CHILDREN OF HERAKLES.
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Suppliants,—if fear must cast out pity! {{..|4}}
Zeus champions me; I tread fear down:
Zeus' favour is my right, my crown:
  In mine esteem above the Blest
    Never shall mortals stand.
(Str. 2) 
770But, O Queen,—for our soil, for our city is thine,
     And to thee be we given—
O our mother, our Mistress, O Warder Divine,
     Yon despiser of heaven,
Who from Argos brings storm-rush of spearmen upon me,
Chase afar!—no such guerdon hath righteousness won me
     As from home to be driven!
(Ant. 2) 
For the sacrifice-homage is rendered thee aye
     When the month waneth, bringing
The day when young voices to thee chant the lay,
780     When the dancers are singing,
When the wind-haunted hill with the beat of the glancing
White feet of fair girls through the night-season dancing,
     And with glad cries, is ringing.

Alkmena comes again out of the temple. Enter Servant.


Servant.

Mistress, I bring thee tidings passing brief
To hear, and passing fair for me to tell. 785
Our foes are smitten: trophies now are reared
Hung with war-harness of our enemies.