Passing by justice: and, with the ill-faring, to groan as he groans all are free.But no bite of the sorrow their liver has reached to:They say with the joyful, — one outside on each, too,As they force to a smile smileless faces.But whoever is good at distinguishing racesIn sheep of his flock — it is not for the eyesOf a man to escape such a shepherd’s surprise,As they seem, from a well-wishing mind,In watery friendship to fawn and be kind.Thou to me, then, indeed, sending an army for Helena’s sake,(I will not conceal it) wast — oh, by no help of the Muses! — depictedNot well of thy midriff the rudder directing. — convictedOf bringing a boldness they did not desire to the men with existence at stake.But now — from no outside of mind, nor unlovingly — gracious thou artTo those who have ended the labour, fulfilling their part;And in time shalt thou know, by inquiry instructed,Who of citizens justly, and who not to purpose, the city conducted.

AGAMEMNON.First, indeed, Argos, and the gods, the local,’T is right addressing — those with me the partnersIn this return and right things done the city