APOLLO.
Both by the new and by the ancient gods
Thou art despised: the victory will be mine.
CHORUS.
'Twas thou that didst in Pheres' house cajole
The fates to grant a mortal endless life.
APOLLO.
Was it not well to do good unto him
That honoured me, and at his utmost need?
CHORUS.
Thou didst, subverting all the rule of eld,
Beguile with wine those ancient deities.
APOLLO.
And thou wilt soon, barred of thy cruel will,
Spit forth thy venom, yet not harm thy foe.