the son of Zeus his labours and helps him in the moil?(Third) ChorusOh! but look at this! a man mounted on a winged horse, killing a fire-breathing monster with three bodies.

(First) ChorusI am turning my eyes in every direction. Behold the rout of the giants carved on these walls of stone.(Fourth) ChorusYes, yes, good friends, I am looking.(Fifth) ChorusDost see her standing over Enceladus brandishing her shield with the Gorgon’s head?(Sixth) ChorusI see Pallas, my own goddess.(Seventh) ChorusAgain, dost see the massy thunderbolt all aflame in the far-darting hands of Zeus?(Eighth) ChorusI do; ’tis blasting with its flame Mimas, that deadly foe.(Ninth) ChorusBromius too, the god of revelry, is slaying another of the sons of Earth with his thyrsus of ivy, never meant for battle.

(First) ChorusThou that art stationed by this fane, to thee I do address me,