_Chor._ Woe! woe! Ah woe! ah woe,
For this foul wrong! Thou utterest fearful things;
*Thou art too bold and insolent of speech.
*May mighty Nile that reared thee turn away
Thy wanton pride and lust
That we behold it not!
_Her._ I bid you go to yon ship double-prowed,[262]
With all your speed. Let no one lag behind;
But little shall my grasp your ringlets spare. 860
[_Seizes on the leader of the Suppliants_