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525 BC-456 BC Aeschylus

  Now dally not, but put our thought in act.

CHORUS

  Zeus, pity our distress, or e’er we die.

DANAUS

  If so he will, your toils to joy will turn.

CHORUS

  Lo, on this shrine, the semblance of a bird.[2]

DANAUS

  Zeus’ bird of dawn it is; invoke the sign.

CHORUS

  Thus I invoke the saving rays of morn.

[Footnote:  2:  The whole of this dialogue in alternate verses is disarranged in the MSS.  The re-arrangement which has approved itself to Paley has been here followed.  It involves, however, a hiatus, instead of the line to which this note is appended.  The substance of the lost line being easily deducible from the context, it has been supplied in the translation.]

DANAUS

  Next, bright Apollo, exiled once from heaven.

CHORUS

  The exiled god will pity our exile.

DANAUS

  Yea, may he pity, giving grace and aid.

CHORUS

  Whom next invoke I, of these other gods?

DANAUS

  Lo, here a trident, symbol of a god.

CHORUS

  Who [3] gave sea-safety; may he bless on land!
      [Footnote:  3:  Poseidon] DANAUS

  This next is Hermes, carved in Grecian wise.

CHORUS

  Then let him herald help to freedom won.

DANAUS

  Lastly, adore this altar consecrate
  To many lesser gods in one; then crouch
  On holy ground, a flock of doves that flee,
  Scared by no alien hawks, a kin not kind,
  Hateful, and fain of love more hateful still. 
  Foul is the bird that rends another bird,
  And foul the men who hale unwilling maids,
  From sire unwilling, to the bridal bed. 
  Never on earth, nor in the lower world,
  Shall lewdness such as theirs escape the ban: 
  There too, if men say right, a God there is
  Who upon dead men turns their sin to doom,
  To final doom.  Take heed, draw hitherward,
  That from this hap your safety ye may win.
                                      [Enter the KING OF ARGOS.

THE KING OF ARGOS

Speak—­of what land are ye?  No Grecian band
Is this to whom I speak, with Eastern robes
And wrappings richly dight:  no Argive maid,
No woman in all Greece such garb doth wear. 
This too gives marvel, how unto this land,
Unheralded, unfriended, without guide,
And without fear, ye came? yet wands I see,
True sign of suppliance, by you laid down
On shrines of these our gods of festival. 
No land but Greece can read such signs aright. 
Much else there is, conjecture well might guess,
But let words teach the man who stands to hear.

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