May it be mine to smite her and then die!
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Antistrophe VII
Chor. Yea, he was maimed![[429]] (that thou the tale may'st know)
And as she slaughtered, so she buried him,
Seeking to work a doom
For thy young life all unendurable.
Now thou dost hear the woes
Thy father suffered, stained with foulest shame.
Antistrophe VIII