Chor. Yea, the law saith that gory drops once shed
Upon the ground for yet more blood should crave;
[*]For lo! fell slaughter on Erinnys calls,
To come from those that perished long ago,
And on one sorrow other sorrow bring.
Strophe VI
Elect. [*]Ah, ah, O Earth, and Lords of those below!
Behold, ye mighty Curses of the slain,
Behold the remnant of the Atreidæ's house
Brought to extremest strait,