Now will all Argos come to welcome me;
The thronging folk will come—and Atreus too!
Oh, better far reseek thy wooded haunts,
Thy glades remote, and, mingled with the brutes,
Live e'en as they. Why should this splendid realm
With its fair-seeming glitter blind my eyes?415
When thou dost look upon the goodly gift,
Scan well the giver too. Of late I lived
With bold and joyous spirit, though my lot
All men considered hard to bear. But now