O Artemis dear!
Chorus 1.
And the vext air is madded with quick-brandished spears.
Semi-Chorus 1.
To Thebes, our loved city, what hope now appears?
Semi-Chorus 2.
And when shall the gods bring an end of our fears?
Chorus 1.
Hark! hark! stony hail the near rampart is lashing!
Tutti.