Ch. Ay, as you hope you vent this against Zeus.
Pr. What will be done, and also what I hope, I say.
Ch. And are we to expect that any will rule Zeus?
Pr. Even than these more grievous ills he'll have.
Ch. How fear'st thou not, hurling such words?
Pr. What should I fear, to whom to die has not been fated?
Ch. But suffering more grievous still than this he may inflict.
Pr. Then let him do it; all is expected by me.
Ch. Those reverencing Adrastia are wise.
Pr. Revere, pray, flatter each successive ruler.