Capitolo 24
Toward the inside with life and taut winches and firm,
Narrow with a clamp to her it sustains, she lies. The need is austere;
With men or of the one mighty conflict that we strive there
Perforce and both haps in pain it concludes.
For, if a house is ransacked, new wealth for old
I don't last it is to win--if Zeus the gentleman
Of favour of the treasure--more equal the loss,
Enough to stack the full shop of wealth tall;
Or if a wisecrack of hunting of language before inopportune discourse,
Bitter and strong to goad a man to anger,
Soft words there is to calm away that anger:
But what equipment will make the war of log
Without blood? that pain, the blood of a lot of beasts,
It is victims they multiply to many gods,
Alone you/he/she can recover. Correct gladiolus I was to avoid
This conflict, and it is more fains of the ignorance
What of the wisdom of a pain borne.
The of the send best that my soul guesses!
CHOIR
Of many to whine for the mercy, feels the end.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Says on, then, for him not 'scapes dig ear.
CHOIR
Belts that we have, and ribbons that tie our bathrobes.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Also this way; such things are suitable him to the use of a woman.
CHOIR
Knows, then, with this an equitable equipment there is--
THE KING OF ARGOS
You speak, then: what doth of the expression this diviner?
CHOIR
Unless to us you givests hock sure--
THE KING OF ARGOS
Can the art of belts of thy realize what for thee?
CHOIR
Tablets of strange votive are able this bridge of statues.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Mysterious Thies resolve--admits him clear.
CHOIR
Quickly to hang me on these of the graven ones!
THE KING OF ARGOS
The word of Thy is as a whip to exhort my heart.
CHOIR
You the truth of seest, for me I have clarified eye of thine
THE KING OF ARGOS
Yea, and pains multiply, invincible,
A crowd of ills, purposes on me stream-as.
My barking goes on on a sea of troubles
Unfathomed, sick to crossroad, harbourless.
For if my action won't be equal to Your application,