Who is the tardy comer without

In cuirass and shield, and with clanking sword,

Who strides up the aisles without a word,

Rousing that awe-struck shout?

The tardy comer home from the field—

Great gods! the first to forget and belie

The law he honored, the law he formed:

“Charondas—stand! you enter armed,”

With a shudder the hundreds cry.

The men who loved him on every side,