He is escaped, and flees, like fawn, away;
And even from the midst of all your toils
Has nimbly slipped, and draws wide mouth at you.
Hear ye; for I have spoken for my life:
Give heed, ye dark, earth-dwelling Goddesses,
I, Clytæmnestra's phantom, call on you.
[The Erinnyes moan in their sleep
Moan on, the man is gone, and flees far off:
My kindred find protectors; I find none.
[Moan as before