Nor leave these gods, your strength. Faint not: for surely

Comes the appointed hour, and will not stay,

When godless men to Jove just fine shall pay.

STROPHE I.
Chorus.

Father, I tremble, lest the fleet-winged ships,

Ere thou return, shall land—soon—very soon!

O father, I tremble to stay, and not flee,

When the bands of the ruthless are near!

My flight to foreclose from the chase of my foes!

O father, I faint for fear!