Chorus
No, neither Apollo nor Athena's strength can save you from perishing abandoned,
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not knowing where joy is in your heart—a bloodless victim of the gods below, a shadow.
You do not answer, but scorn my words, you who are fattened and consecrated to me? Living, you will be my feast, not slain
at an altar;
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now you will hear this hymn, a spell to bind you.
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Aeschylus. Aeschylus, with an English translation by Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. in two volumes. 2. Eumenides. Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D. Cambridge, MA. Harvard University Press. 1926.
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