Athena pacifies the Furies by promising them a local sanctuary and the reverence of the citizens for all time. The old order is reconciled with the new, and the Furies, now the Eumenides—the Propitious Ones—are escorted to their dwelling in the cleft of the Areopagus by Athena’s own attendants, boys, maidens, and matrons, with ceremonious honour equal to the Panathenaic procession:—
“Fare ye on to your home in your emulous might
With our loyal attendance, ye children of Night.
(O my countrymen, bless them and praise them!)
“In the caverns of eld, in the womb of the Earth
With the offerings of honour befitting your worth.
(O my demesmen, now bless them and praise them!)
“Nay, then, righteous and gracious in mind to our land,
Come, come, O ye Dread Ones, take joy in our band.
(Cry aloud now! Exult in your singing!)