Capitolo 25
Atrocious, over hit of discourse, it will be the bad luck
The pollution of Your death goes away to this earth.
Still if against Your log, the run of Aegyptus,
Before our gates me the forehead the decree of war,
Won't The loss of the city be aching? Men
For the incarnadines of the cause of women the earth?
But he/she anchors the anger of Zeus the gentleman of the suppliants,
I have need it has to fear: more terrible to man
The terror of his/her anger. You, the old man,
The father of these young girl, gathers on
Inside Your arm these wands of suppliance,
And it placed them to the altars you multiply
Of ours of the of country that the whole city
Knows, from this signal that yes come here to call in judgment.
Neither, in alacrity of thy, face you say aught of me.
Swift is this people to blame those that dominate;
But, if theirs see these signals of suppliance,
You/he/she can happen well that each will be sorry for her,
And he/she abhors the violent search of the young men;
And so a favour more equitable than You you/he/she can find:
For, to the defenseless one, the heart of every man is kind.
DANAUS
To us, over gifts manifold it is
To find so a compassionate champion;
Still sends with me companions, of people of thy,
Exactly to drive me, that I duly find
Every altar of the of the of Your city that the stands
In front of the do every devoted shrine of it,;
And that in the safety through the ways of the city
I can pass onwards: all otherwise from to the Your
The external semblance that I bring--the run
those backs of Nilus are dissimilar entirely
That of Inachus. Holds clock and custody
So that not heedlessness bring death: full oft, me the ween,
The friend's Hath killed friend, not intelligent who him killed.
THE KING OF ARGOS
Goes to his/her side, attendants,--him the saith well.
Above in the consecrate shrines of the city!
Neither it is of a lot of words to those reunion of ye,
The time this lead of ye of suppliant traveller.
[_Exit_ DANAUS _with the attendants_.