Pr. In Hera’s temple shall her prison be
At high Mycenæ, till from heaven be sent
Hermes, with song to soothe and sword to slay
The beast whose hundred eyes devour the door.
In. Enough, enough is told, unless indeed,
The beast once slain, thou canst restore our child.
Pr. Nay, with her freedom will her wanderings
Begin. Come hither, child—nay, let her come:
What words remain to speak will not offend her,
And shall in memory quicken, when she looks