Of bloody enterprise, our prayer is this:
That he, the eye of this great house, may live.[n63]
CHORAL HYMN.
STROPHE I.
Hall of old Priam, with sorrow unbearable,
Vengeance hath come on the Argive thy foe;
A pair of grim lions, a double Mars terrible,[n64]
Comes to his palace, that levelled thee low.
Chanced hath the doom of the guilty precisely,
Even as Phœbus foretold it, and wisely
Where the god pointed, was levelled the blow.