Be thou, O King, our bulwark and defence!
Enter Herald of the sons of Ægyptos, advancing to
the daughters of Danaos
Her. Haste, haste with all your speed unto the barque.
Chor. Tearing of hair, yea, tearing now will come,
And print of nails in flesh,
And smiting off of heads,
With murderous stream of blood.
Her. Haste, haste ye, to that barque that yonder lies,
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