O Zeus, thou king! O son of mother Earth!
Her. Nay, I fear not the Gods they worship here;
They did not rear nor lead me up to age.
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Antistrophe III
Chor. Near me he rages now,
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That biped snake,
And like a viper bites me by the foot.
Oh, woe is me! woe! woe!