GetPassage urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng4:1479-1494a urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng4:1479-1494a

In the belly is bred: ere ended quiteIs the elder throe — new ichor! CHOROS.Certainly, great of mightAnd heavy of wrath, the SpriteThou tellest of, in the palace(Woe, woe!)— An evil tale of a fateBy Até’s maliceRendered insatiate! Oh, oh, —King, king, how shall I beweep thee?From friendly soul whatever say?Thou liest where webs of the spider o’ersweep theeIn impious death, life breathing away.O me — me!This couch, not free.