Shall ever brandish the well-pointed spear
Against this friendly land.[f21] When, from the tomb,
I shall perceive who disregards this oath
Of my sons’ sons, I will perplex that man
With sore perplexities inextricable;
Ways of despair, and evil-birded paths[f22]
Shall be his portion, cursing his own choice.
But if my vows be duly kept, with those
That in the closely-banded league shall aid
Athena’s city, I am present ever.