For I boast, I boast, this favor will Zeus
Grant me, from these sufferings to release thee.
Pr. So far I praise thee, and will never cease;
For zeal you nothing lack. But
Strive not; for in vain, naught helping
Me, thou 'lt strive, if aught to strive you wish.
But be thou quiet, holding thyself aloof,
For I would not, though I'm unfortunate, that on this account
Evils should come to many.
Oc. Surely not, for me too the fortunes of thy brother