_Chor._ True is it; but the Gods
Have yet a mightier power, and oftentimes,
In pressure of sore ill,
It raises one perplexed from direst woe,
When dark clouds gather thickly o'er his eyes.
_Eteoc._ 'Tis work of men to offer sacrifice
And victims to the Gods, when foes press hard; 220
Thine to be dumb and keep within the house.