And harsh, shrill stroke of Atè's bloody scourge!
Woes sad and hard to bear,
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Calling for wailing loud,
Ah, woe is me, a grief immedicable.
Antistrophe X
Semi-Chor. B. Yea, but as cure for this,
And healing salve,'tis yours with your own hands,
With no help from without,
[*]To press your suit of blood;