their doom. Ask not what doom is theirs, what 35
phase, what fate has whelmed them so deep. Others roll
the huge stone up the hill, or hang dispread from the
spokes of the wheel: there sits, as he will sit for evermore,
unhappy Theseus: and Phlegyas, from the depth
of his agony, keeps warning all, and proclaiming with a
voice of terror through the shades: ‘Learn hereby to be
righteous, and not to scorn the gods.’ This sold his country
for gold, and saddled her with a tyrant; for gain he 5
made and unmade laws: this assailed his daughter’s bed,