His curses dire and dark,
(Ah, bitter curses those!)
That they with spear in hand
Should one day share their father's wealth; and I
Fear now lest swift Erinnys should fulfil them.
Enter Messenger
Mess. Be of good cheer, ye maidens, mother-reared;
Our city has escaped the yoke of bondage,
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The boasts of mighty men are fallen low,