_Chor._ Leave me not here alone, I pray thee, father!
Alone, a woman is as nought, and war
Is not for her. Of over-subtle mind,
And subtle counsel in their souls impure, 730
Like ravens, e'en for altars caring not,—
Such, such in soul are they.
_Dan._ That would work well indeed for us, my children,
Should they be foes to Gods as unto thee.