Whoever makes this prayer with other intent toward the state, let him reap himself the fruit of his misguided purpose! Enter a HeraldHerald All hail, soil of Argos, land of my fathers! On this happy day in the tenth year I have come to you.Many hopes have shattered, one only have I seen fulfilled; for I never dared to dream that here in this land of Argos I should die and have due portion of burial most dear to me. Now blessings on the land, blessings on the light of the sun, and blessed be Zeus, the land’s Most High, and the Pythian lord;