With one keen blow he smote him on the neck,
Whereat his bleeding body fell to earth;
While with a murmur inarticulate,
His head with look complaining rolled away.
Chorus: What did he then, this twofold murder done?730
The last one spare, or heap up crime on crime?
Messenger: As when some manéd lion in the woods
Victorious attacks the Armenian herds—
(His jaws are smeared with blood, his hunger gone;
And yet he does not lay aside his wrath;735