Close neighbours on his garb, thus testify meThat neither voiceless, nor yet kindling for theeMountain-wood-flame, shall he explain by fire-smoke:But either tell out more the joyance, speaking ..Word contrary to which, I aught but love it!For may good be — to good that’s known — appendage!CHOROS.Whoever prays for aught else to this city— May he himself reap fruit of his mind’s error!HERALD.Ha, my forefathers’ soil of earth Argeian!Thee, in this year’s tenth light, am I returned to —Of many broken hopes, on one hope chancing;For never prayed I, in this earth ArgeianDying, to share my part in tomb the dearest.Now, hail thou earth, and hail thou also, sunlight,And Zeus, the country’s lord, and king the PuthianFrom bow no longer urging at us arrows!Enough, beside Skamandros, cam’st thou adverse:Now, contrary, be saviour thou and healer,O king Apollon! And gods conquest-granting,All — I invoke too, and my tutelary