CHORUS. 'Tis well. The man is here. His track I know. The sure advisal of our voiceless guide Follow; as hound a wounded stag pursues, We track the blood, and snuff the coming death. Soothly we pant, with life-outwearying toils Sore overburdened! O'er the wide sea far I came, and with my wingless flight outstripped The couriers of the deep. Here he must lie, In some pent corner skulking. In my nostrils The scent of mortal blood doth laugh me welcome. {149} CHORUS.[n25] VOICE 1. Look, sisters, look! VOICE 2. On the right, on the left, and round about, Search every nook! VOICE 3. Warily watch him, The blood-guilty ranger, That Fraud may not snatch him, From me the Avenger! VOICE 1. At the shrine of the goddess, He bendeth him lowly, Embracing her image, The ancient the holy. VOICE 2. With hands crimson-reeking, He clingeth profanely, A free pardon seeking From Pallas--how vainly! VOICE 3. For blood, when it floweth, For once and for ever It sinks, and it knoweth To mount again never. VOICE 1. Thou shalt pay me with pain; From thy heart, from thy liver I will suck, I will drain Thy life's crimson river. VOICE 2. The cup from thy veins I will quaff it, how rarely! I will wither thy brains, Thou shalt pine late and early. VOICE 3. I will drag thee alive, For thy guilt matricidal, To the dens of the damned, For thy lasting abidal. EPODE. Tutti. There imprisoned thou shalt see All who living sinned with thee, 'Gainst the gods whom men revere, 'Gainst honoured guest, or parents dear; All the guilty who inherited Woe, even as their guilt had merited. For Hades,[f11] in his halls of gloom, With a justly portioned doom, {150} Binds them down securely: All the crimes of human kind, In the tablet of his mind, He hath graven surely.