<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" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg011.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><div type="textpart" subtype="iambic"><sp><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg011.perseus-eng2" rend="indent" resp="perseus" n="408">Had not Apollo turned your wits to maenad revelry, you would not for nothing have sent my chiefs </l><l xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0006.tlg011.perseus-eng2" resp="perseus" n="410">with such ominous predictions forth on their way. But, after all, these lofty minds, reputed wise, are nothing better than those that are held as nothing. For that mighty king of all <placeName key="tgn,1000074">Hellas</placeName>, dear son of Atreus, has yielded to a passion </l></sp></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>