Its hoary head, for all its snows are gone;
While they who dwell in noble Argos fear
Their ancient thirst again. E'en Titan's self
Stands doubtful whether he shall bid his steeds120
Run their accustomed course and bring the day,
Foredoomed by thee to perish on the way.
[They vanish.]
Chorus: If any god for Argos cares,
And Pisa's realm for chariots famed;