Capitolo 23
If the sick opportunity of fate, can say then my people--
_In helps of extraneous you the hast government slain_.
CHOIR
Zeus, relative's gentleman, rules to the wish
The equilibrium of oscillation and examinations
Bad and good; to men of sick
It gives bad, and to the good men you praise.
And you--since true those staircases ripple--
Do you from the justice tighten him away?
THE KING OF ARGOS
A depth, a suggestion of saving here there the necessities--
An eye that as a diver to the depth
Some dark perplexity can pass and you/he/she can see,
Undizzied, unconfused. Before owes us we take care of
What to the State and us this thing
It won't bring downfall; following, that wrangling hands
It won't understand her as it plunders, neither us us
Betrays her embracing so sacred shrines,
Neither it makes the avenger all-destroying god,
Who free puts not in same hell dead men,
A sorrowful prisoner, a constant bad luck.--
Spake me not correct, of the need of suggestion of saving?
CHOIR
Yea, suggestions takes and sustains to help
To the Justice' the side and mine.
Don't betray me the timorous houseservant,
Who well over the salty water
A violence without God threw before abandoned.
Or King, fades you sees--
God of this earth, fades you sees me lacerated
From altars you multiply?
Thee of Bethink of the anger of the young men and lust,
Holds away their bad pride;
Doesn't cover of steel thyself to see the suppliant push
From the side of sacred statues,
Thrown by the frontlet on my border of forehead,
As steeds they are conducted, and drawn
From hands that they drag from shrine and altar-tumult
The lawn fringed of my attire.
Knows you that if for the run of Aegyptus
You the dost their wish carries out,
Or for the of the and for every holy place--
Is select of good or sick thy,
Hit is with repaid hit, honors gracefully
Man is the straight wish of Zeus.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Yea, I have pondered: from the sea of doubt
Here guide for a long time to shore the barking of thought;