In no wise like. The gallant Polyphontus,
A man of glowing heart, against this blusterer
I’ll send, himself a garrison to pledge
Our safety, by the grace of Artemis,
And the protecting gods. Name now the others.
ANTISTROPHE I.
Chorus.
Perish, with his boasts, the boaster,
By strong thunder prostrate laid!
Never, never may I see him
Into holy homes of virgins