Yet once more I would like to speak, but not a dirge. I pray to the sun, in presence of his latest light, that my enemiesOf this corrupt passage no emendation yet made commends itself irresistibly. The translation is based on the reading ἐχθροὺς φόνευσιν τοὺς ἐμούς, where φόνευσιν is due to Bothe, the rest to J. Pearson.may at the same time pay to my avengers a bloody penalty forslaughtering a slave, an easy prey. Alas for human fortune! When prosperous, a mere shadow can overturn itSome editors, altering the passage to σκιᾷ τις ἂν πρέψειεν, one may liken it to a shadow, understand shadow either literally or as a sketch.; if misfortune strikes, the dash of a wet sponge blots out the drawing.