Danaus.
’Twill make our cause the stronger, daughters, if
Their crime be sacrilege, and their foes the gods.
ANTISTROPHE II.
Chorus.
The trident and the sacred blazonry
Will not repel their violent hands, O father!
They are proud, haughty-hearted, a high-blown race;
They are hot, they are mad for the fray!
With the hound in their heart, and the dog in their face,
They will tear from the altar their prey.