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How dost thou bid me train

My soul to baseness vile?

With him I will endure

Whatever is decreed.

Traitors I've learnt to hate;

Nor is there any plague

That more than this I loathe.

Merc. Nay, then, remember ye

What now I say, nor blame

Your fortune; never say

That Zeus has cast you down

With evil not foreseen.

Not so; ye cast yourselves:

For now with open eyes,

Not taken unawares,

In Atè's endless net

Ye shall entangled be

By folly of your own.

[A pause, and then flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.

Prom. Yea, now in very deed,

No more in word alone,

The earth shakes to and fro,

And the loud thunder's voice

Bellows hard by, and blaze

The flashing levin fires;

And tempests whirl the dust,

And gusts of all wild winds

On one another leap

In wild conflicting blasts,

And sky with sea is blent:

Such is the storm from Zeus

That comes as working fear,

In utter chaos whirled

In terrors manifest.