THE KING OF ARGOS.
Say on, then, for it shall not ’scape mine ear.
CHORUS.
Girdles we have, and bands that bind our robes.
THE KING OF ARGOS.
Even so; such things beseem a woman’s wear.
CHORUS.
Know, then, with these a fair device there is—
THE KING OF ARGOS.
Speak, then: what utterance doth this foretell?
CHORUS.
Unless to us thou givest pledge secure—
THE KING OF ARGOS.
What can thy girdles’ craft achieve for thee?
CHORUS.
Strange votive tablets shall these statues deck.
THE KING OF ARGOS.
Mysterious thy resolve—avow it clear.
CHORUS.
Swiftly to hang me on these sculptured gods!