D.
All that thou sufferest, God seeth: Oh, not so sore Waste nor weep for the breast That was thine of yore.
VOICE (within).
Virgin of Righteousness, Virgin of hallowed Troth, Ye marked me when with an oath I bound him; mark no less That oath's end. Give me to see Him and his bride, who sought My grief when I wronged her not, Broken in misery, And all her house. . . . O God, My mother's home, and the dim Shore that I left for him, And the voice of my brother's blood. . . .
NURSE.
Oh, wild words! Did ye hear her cry To them that guard man's faith forsworn, Themis and Zeus? . . . This wrath new-born Shall make mad workings ere it die.
CHORUS.
Other Women.
A.
Would she but come to seek Our faces, that love her well, And take to her heart the spell Of words that speak?
B.
Alas for the heavy hate And anger that burneth ever! Would it but now abate, Ah God, I love her yet. And surely my love's endeavour Shall fail not here.