Messenger.
Brother by brother’s hand untimely slain.
Chorus.
The impartial god smote equally the twain.
Messenger.
A wrathful god the luckless race destroys,
And I for plaints no less than pæans bring thee[n43]
Plentiful food. The state now stands secure,
But the twin rulers, with hard-hammered steel,
Have sharply portioned all their heritage,