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vv. 731–747

Women are we, and old; and thou dost ride

Above us, trampling, in thy youth and pride.

Howbeit, I wait to know the end, being still

In doubt to work this City good or ill.

One judgement still remains. I, at the last,

To set Orestes free this stone will cast:

For, lo, no mother bare me: I approve

In all—save only that I know not love—

The man's way. Flesh and spirit I am His

Who gave me life. And in this coil it is

No dire deed that a woman, who had slain

Her mate and house-lord, should be quelled again.

Wherefore I judge that here, if equal be

The votes ye cast, Orestes shall go free.

Ye judges, haste: on you this office turns:

And cast the gathered sea-stones from the urns.

Apollo, Lord, what shall the issue be?

O Night, O dark-eyed Mother, dost thou see?

Is it the noose of death, or life and light?

My law down-trodden or enthroned in right?