Chor. 1 d.
To keep good peace we swear,
And let that man go free,
Nor do him hurt whate’er,
Whoever wins the fair
And wise Penelope.
Good or ill fortune lieth in the lap
Of Zeus; what haps let hap.
Amph. I thank thee for my father, Phemius.
Eur. Thy tale is twice a tale told at this time.