_Semi-Chor. A._ Yea, smitten through the heart,
Smitten through sides where flowed the blood of brothers.
Ah me! ye doomed of God!
Ah me! the curses dire
Of deaths ye met with each at other's hands!
_Semi-Chor. B._ Thou tell'st of men death-smitten through and through,
Both in their homes and lives,
With wrath beyond all speech, 890
And doom of discord fell,
That sprang from out the curse their father spake.