Soon, very soon, when I the cause shall gain,
Thou’lt spit thy venom on the ground in vain.
Chorus.
Thou being young, dost jeer my ancient years
With youthful insolence; till the doom appears,
I’ll patient wait; my hot-spurred wrath I’ll stay,
And even-poised betwixt two tempers sway.
Athena.
My part remains; and I this crowning pebble
Drop to Orestes; for I never knew