Pledging to marry him who strings the bow,
And shoots an arrow through the axes’ heads.
Now thou must set them up, as I will shew thee,
In the outer court; that they who come to shoot
May stand where we are standing—as I was wont,—
Sending the arrows thro’ the open doorway.
But when ’tis seen that none can string the bow,
Then I shall take it, and be that our sign.
With the first shaft I loose a foe will fall,
And war begins; and when I speak my name,