<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2"><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><sp><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="225">to help these tender chicks, to requite him for all his labors in purging land and sea. Such help, my children, neither <placeName key="tgn,1000074">Hellas</placeName> nor the city of <placeName key="perseus,Thebes">Thebes</placeName> affords you; to me a feeble friend you look, and I am empty sound and nothing more. </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="230">For the vigor which once I had, has gone from me; my limbs are palsied with age, and my strength is decayed. If I were young and still powerful in body, I would have seized my spear and dabbled those flaxen locks of his with blood, so that the coward would now </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="235">be flying from my spear beyond the bounds of Atlas.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus Leader</speaker><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" rend="indent" resp="perseus" n="236">Have not the brave among mankind a fair occasion for speech, although slow to begin?</l></sp><sp><speaker>Lycus</speaker><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" rend="indent" resp="perseus" n="238">Say what you will of me in your exalted phrase, but I by deeds will make you rue those words. </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="240"><stage rend="italic">Calling to his servants</stage>  Go, some to Helicon, others to the glens of <placeName key="tgn,7011022">Parnassus</placeName>, and bid woodmen to cut me logs of oak, and when they are brought to the town, pile up a stack of wood all round the altar on either side, and set fire to it and burn them </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="245">all alive, that they may learn that the dead no longer rules this land, but that for the present I am king.  <stage rend="italic">Angrily to the Chorus</stage>  As for you, old men, since you thwart my views, not for the children of Heracles alone shall you lament, but likewise for your own </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="250">misfortunes, and you shall never forget you are slaves and I your prince.</l></sp><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" rend="indent" resp="perseus" n="252">—You sons of Earth, whom Ares once sowed, when from the dragon’s ravening jaw he had torn the teeth, up with your staves, on which you lean your hands, </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="255">and dash out this villain’s brains! a fellow who, without even being a Theban, but a foreigner, lords it shamefully over the younger men; but my master shall you never be to your joy.</l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg009.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="259">—Nor shall you reap the harvest of all my toil; </l></sp></div></div></body></text></TEI>