Him with the swarthy horns;[[360]]
Lo! in that bath with water filled he falls,
Smitten to death, and I to thee set forth
Crime of a bath of blood,
By murderous guile devised.
Antistrophe VI
Chor. I may not boast that I keen insight have
In words oracular; yet bode I ill.
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What tidings good are brought