And the gods’ structures of the conquered country,They may not — capturers—soon in turn be captive.But see no prior lust befall the armyTo sack things sacred — by gain-cravings vanquishedFor 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 slaughteredMight 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 NightOf these brave boons bestower —Thou who didst fling on Troia’s every towerThe o’er-roofing snare, that neither great thing might,Nor any of the young ones, overpass