Of thy due honors shortened. If respect
For sacred Peitho’s[f24] godhead, for the honey
And charming of the tongue may move thee, stay;
But, if ye will go, show of justice none
Remains, with rancour, wrath, and scathe to smite
This land and people. Stands your honoured lot
With me for ever, so ye scorn it not.
Chorus.
Sovran Athena, what sure home receives me?
Athena.