Of thy suppliants low;
Where the swooping Fate abased us,
They with Mercy’s vote upraised us
From the prostrate woe!
ANTISTROPHE I.
Not with the male, the stronger, erring,
But, woman’s weaker cause preferring,
Stood their virtue proof:
Wisely Jove, the Avenger, fearing,
To the chastened eye appearing,