And the gods’ structures of the conquered country, They may not — capturers—soon in turn be captive. But see no prior lust befall the army To sack things sacred — by gain-cravings vanquished For there needs homeward the return’s salvation, To round the new limb back o’ the double race-course. And guilty to the gods if came the army, Awakened up the sorrow of those slaughtered Might be — should no outbursting evils happen. But may good beat — no turn to see i’ the balance! For, many benefits I want the gain of. CHOROS. Woman, like prudent man thou kindly speakest. And I, thus having heard thy trusty tokens, The gods to rightly hail forthwith prepare me; For, grace that must be paid has crowned our labours.
 O Zeus the king, and friendly Night Of these brave boons bestower — Thou who didst fling on Troia ’s every tower The o’er-roofing snare, that neither great thing might, Nor any of the young ones, overpass Captivity’s great sweep-net — one and all Of Até held in thrall! Ay, Zeus I fear — the guest’s friend great — who was The doer of this, and long since bent The bow on Alexandros with intent That neither wide o’ the white Nor o’er the stars the foolish dart should light. CHOROS. The stroke of Zeus — they have it, as men say! This, at least, from the source track forth we may! As he ordained, so has he done.