Capitolo 19
And you richly manufacture the dight: anybody houseservant of Argive,
Any woman in Greece such use of doth of attire.
This also gives wonder, as to this earth,
Unheralded, unfriended, without guide,
And without fear, did yes come? he/she anchors wands that I see,
True signal of suppliance, from You it placed down
On shrines of these ours of the of party.
Any earth but Greece can correctly read such signals.
Very other there is, you conjecture well it would guess,
But words of impediment teach the man that sustains to feel.
CHOIR
Truth is the word you spakest of my attire;
But he/she talks me to thee as citizen,
Or the wandbearer of Hermes or king of head of a tribe?
THE KING OF ARGOS
For that, takes heart and answers without fear.
I am Pelasgus rule of this earth,,
Child of Palaichthon that earth produced;
And, he/she exactly called from me the run that reaps,
The crops of this country are Pelasgian he/she called.
And o'er the breadth and face * to west-stretching earth,
Through that the shining wave of the flows of Strymon
I dominate; The earth of Perrhaebia that my border is
Toward north and the further slant of Pindus, that clock
Paeonia and the crest of mountain of Dodona.
West, east the limit of the washing seas
It brakes my rule--the interspace is mine.
But this whereon that we sustain is the earth of Apian,
Drawn so of old man from the name of the great healer;
For Apis, coming from the beach of Naupactus
Over the narrow one, child of Apollo is same
And as him clairvoyant and healer, cleaned this earth
From man-devouring monsters that the earth,
Stained with pollution of old bloodshedding,
Draws before malevolence beasts of hungry jaws,,
A horrible crowd of snakes multiplies.
It is badly healings of theirs from knife and charm,,
Apis conceived, unblamed of the men of Argive,
It is in their prayers honour, for reward found.
--Here, you hasts felt the tokens that I give:
You now speak thy they race, and it says a frank history;
In sooth, this loves of people not a lot of words.