His quiver loosed. The hissing dart is sped.
Straight through the neck it flies, and leaves the wound.
Hercules: The rest will I hunt out, yea, all that lurk995
Within this city's walls, without delay.
A greater war against Mycenae waits,
That by my hands those Cyclopean walls
May be o'erthrown; and that the royal hall,
Its high walls shattered, noble roof in-fall'n,
Doors burst, may be to utter ruin brought,1000
And all its royal secrets be revealed.