Hath quelled the brothers' deadly strife
What fatal madness drives you on
To shed by turns each other's blood,340
And gain the throne through paths of crime?
O ye who lust for regal state,
Ye know not where true power is found;
For riches cannot make a king,
Nor Tyrian garments richly dyed,345
Nor royal crowns upon the brow,
Nor portals glittering with gold.