The Fury’s sleepless foot.
Re-enter Messenger.
Messenger.
Fear not, fair maids of Theban mothers nursed!
The city hath ’scaped the yoke; the insolent boasts
Of violent men hath fallen; the ship o’ the state
Is safe; in sunshine calm we float; in vain
Hath wave on wave lashed our sure-jointed beams,
No leaky gap our close-lipped timbers knew,
Our champions with safety hedged us round,