I add my pebble to thine. It is not well
That we delay. Fate hangs upon the moment.
4th Chorus.
The event is plain, with this prelusive blood
They hang out signs of tyranny to Argos.
5th Chorus.
Then why stay we? Procrastination they
Tramp underfoot; they sleep not with their hands.
6th Chorus.
Not so. When all is dark, shall we unwisely