Ar. Thy voice forbids more than thy words invite:
Yet say whence comes this stranger. Know’st thou not?
Yet whencesoe’er, if he but wish us well,
He will not bound his kindness in a day.
Do nought in haste. Send now to Sicyon
And fetch thy son Phorôneus, for his stake
In this is more than thine, and he is wise.
’Twere well Phorôneus and Ægialeus 910
Were both here: maybe they would both refuse
The strange conditions which this stranger brings.