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vv. 772–795 For bearing. But if still with vow unbroke,

Through storm or shine, for Pallas and her folk

Their lance is lifted, then to Argos too

My love shall be the greater, and hold true.

And fare thee well, O Pallas; fare you well,

All that within her ancient rampart dwell;

Iron may your grasp against all evil be,

And strong to save, and big with victory!

[Exit.

Woe on you, woe, ye younger gods!

Ye have trampled the great Laws of old

Beneath your chariots! Ye have broke the rods

Of justice, yea and torn them from my hold!

Mine office gone, unhappy and angered sore,

I rage alone. What have I any more

To do? Or be? Shall not mine injury turn

And crush this people? Shall not poison rain

Upon them, even the poison of this pain

Wherewith my heart doth burn?

And up therefrom there shall a lichen creep,

A leafless, childless, blight,

A stain in the earth man-slaying. O just

Throne of Right!

Have ye not suffered deep,

Deep, ye unhappy children of old Night,

Born to be scorned and weep!

I pray you, nay! Make not this bitter moan;

Ye are not conquered. Equal, stone for stone,