We worshipped thee unknowing.
Chor. But now where is he?
In. No need to search—we shall not see him more.
We look in vain. The high gods when they choose
Put on and off the solid visible shape
Which more deceives our hasty sense, than when
Seeing them not we judge they stand aloof.
And he, he now is gone; his work is done:
’Tis ours to see it be not done in vain. 1402
Chor. What is to do? speak, bid, command, we fly.