You do not see them, but I see them. I am pursued. I can stay no longer. Rushes out 
 
 Chorus Then may blessings go with you, and may the god watch benevolently over you and guard you with favorable fortunes!
 Look! Now again, for the third time, has the tempest of this clan burst on the royal house and run its course. First, at the beginning, came the cruel woes of children slain for food; next, the fate of a man, a king, when the warlord of the Achaeans perished, murdered in his bath. And now, once again, there has come from somewhere a third, a deliverer, or shall I say a doom? Oh when will it finish its work, when will the fury of calamity, lulled to rest, find an end and cease?