Who, being mortal, would not pray
With an unmischievous
Daimon to have been born—-who would not, hearing thus?
Aga. Ah me! I am struck—a right-aimed stroke within me!
Cho. Silence! Who is it shouts "stroke"—"right-aimedly," a wounded one?
Aga. Ah me! indeed again,—a second, struck by!
Cho. This work seems to me completed by this "Ah me" of the king's;
But we somehow may together share in solid counsellings.
Cho. 1. I, in the first place, my opinion tell you:
—To cite the townsmen, by help-cry, to house here.