Captivity's great sweep-net—one and all

Of Até held in thrall!

Ay, Zeus I fear—the guest's friend great—who was

The doer of this, and long since bent

The bow on Alexandros with intent

That neither wide o' the white

Nor o'er the stars the foolish dart should light.

The stroke of Zeus—they have it, as men say!

This, at least, from the source track forth we may!

As he ordained, so has he done.