Do quake and tremble.
O Jove, thou founder of our race,385
Accept our gifts, and have regard
Unto thy faithful progeny.
But lo, a warrior hither comes in haste,
With wonted signs of victory displayed;
For on his spear a laurel wreath he bears—390
Eurybates, our king's own messenger.
FOOTNOTES:
[51] The line arrangement of Schroeder has been followed in this Chorus.