And thou (to a third) breathe on him with thy
blood-flecked breath,
And with thy vapour, thy maw's fire, consume him;
Chase him, and wither with a fresh pursuit.
_Leader of the Chor._ Wake, wake, I say; wake her, as I wake thee.
Dost slumber? Rise, I say, and shake off sleep.
Let's see if this our prelude be in vain. {134}
_The Furies start up and (still on the roller-stage) perform a Fury
Dance for Prelude in three short Strophes and Antistrophes._
Our prey is gone! Apollo, ever known as a robber-god, has now
delivered a matricide from his due doom. Even in my dreams a feeling
of reproach stung me as a whip. Such are the doings of these 'younger
gods.' See Earth's Central Shrine is stained with blood, and Apollo
has taken sides with a mortal against a god; but though the god may vex
them, the culprit shall not escape. {169}
_Apollo, re-appearing from the Inner Shrine, threatens the Furies with
his bow_. He bids them leave his sacred precincts and seek scenes more
fitted to them.
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