With willing heart. So say’st thou: but mark well,
Justice upon thy head the stony curse
Shall bring avoidless from the people’s hand.
Ægisthus.
How? Thou who sittest on the neathmost bench,
Speak’st thus to me who ply the upper oar?
’Tis a hard task to teach an old man wisdom,
And dullness at thy years is doubly dull;
But chains and hunger’s pangs sure leeches are,
And no diviner vends more potent balms