[Exeunt R.
Enter CHORUS, and from the palace Inachus bearing cakes: he comes to stand behind the altar.
CHORUS.
God of Heaven!
We praise thee, Zeus most high, 180
To whom by eternal Fate was given
The range and rule of the sky;
When thy lot, first of three
Leapt out, as sages tell,
And won Olympus for thee,