By us, o’er sea and land the aery flyers,Troia at last taking, the band of ArgivesHang up such trophies to the gods of HellasWithin their domes — new glory to grow ancient!Such things men having heard must praise the cityAnd army-leaders: and the grace which wrought them —Of Zeus, shall honoured be. Thou hast my whole word. CHOROS.O’ercome by words, their sense I do not gainsay.