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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, bringingThe 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 glancingWhite 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.

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