Dost hurl, at whose command the clouds disperse,
Who rul'st the starry heavens and the lands,
To whom triumphant victors bring their spoils;
And thee, O sister of thy mighty lord,805
Argolic Juno, here I offer now
All fitting gifts—and so fulfil my vow.
[Exit into the palace.]
Chorus of Argive women: O Argos, famed for thy worthy sons,
And dear to the jealous Juno's heart,
How mighty the children who feed at thy breast!810