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And take it! Be hard, be hard

To smite and not cease!

Thee, thee I call. Father, be near thine own.

I also cry thee, choked with the tears that flow.

Yea, all this band, it crieth to thee as one.

O great King, hear us. Awake thee to the sun.

Be with us against thy foe!

The slayer shall meet the slayer, wrong smite with wrong.

O Zeus, bless thou the murder to be this day.

(Dost hear? Oh, fear is upon me and trembling strong.)

The day of Fate is old, it hath lingered long;

It cometh to them that pray.