the son of Zeus his labours and helps him in the moil? (Third) Chorus Oh! but look at this! a man mounted on a winged horse, killing a fire-breathing monster with three bodies. (First) Chorus I am turning my eyes in every direction. Behold the rout of the giants carved on these walls of stone. (Fourth) Chorus Yes, yes, good friends, I am looking. (Fifth) Chorus Dost see her standing over Enceladus brandishing her shield with the Gorgon’s head? (Sixth) Chorus I see Pallas, my own goddess. (Seventh) Chorus Again, dost see the massy thunderbolt all aflame in the far-darting hands of Zeus? (Eighth) Chorus I do; ’tis blasting with its flame Mimas, that deadly foe. (Ninth) Chorus Bromius too, the god of revelry, is slaying another of the sons of Earth with his thyrsus of ivy, never meant for battle. (First) Chorus Thou that art stationed by this fane, to thee I do address me,