Danaus.
Fear not, my children. The accomplished vote
Of Argos saves you. They are champions sworn.
ANTISTROPHE I.
Chorus.
They come—destruction’s minions mad with hate,
Of fight insatiate: well thou know’st the men.
With their host many-counted, their ships dark-fronted,[n44]
They are near, O father, how near!
Their ships stoutly-timbered, their crews swarthy-membered,
Triumphant in wrath I fear!