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Go, tell the news to him, perform thine hest,—

What the gods will, themselves can well provide.

Well, I will go, herein obeying thee;

And luck fall fair, with favour sent from heaven.

[Exit.

Zeus, sire of them who on Olympus dwell,

Hear thou, O hear my prayer!

Grant to my rightful lords to prosper well

Even as their zeal is fair!

For right, for right goes up aloud my cry—

Zeus, aid him, stand anigh!

Into his father's hall he goes

To smite his father's foes.

Bid him prevail! by thee on throne of triumph set,

Twice, yea and thrice with joy shall he acquit the debt.

Bethink thee, the young steed, the orphan foal

Of sire beloved by thee, unto the car

Of doom is harnessed fast.

Guide him aright, plant firm a lasting goal,

Speed thou his pace,—O that no chance may mar

The homeward course, the last!

And ye who dwell within the inner chamber

Where shines the storèd joy of gold—

Gods of one heart, O hear ye, and remember;

Up and avenge the blood shed forth of old,