_Chor._ Ah! never in my life
May all this goodly company of Gods
Depart; nor may I see
This city scene of rushings to and fro, 210
*And hostile army burning it with fire!
_Eteoc._ Nay, call not on the Gods with counsel base;
Obedience is the mother of success,
Child strong to save. 'Tis thus the saying runs.