Yet send with me attendants, of thy folk,
Rightly to guide me, that I duly find
Each altar of your city's gods that stands
Before the fane, each dedicated shrine;
And that in safety through the city's ways
I may pass onwards: all unlike to yours
The outward semblance that I wear—the race
That Nilus rears is all dissimilar
To that of Inachus. Keep watch and ward
Lest heedlessness bring death: full oft, I ween,
Friend hath slain friend, not knowing whom he slew.
The King of Argos
Go at his side, attendants,—he saith well.
On to the city's consecrated shrines!
Nor be of many words to those ye meet,
The while this suppliant voyager ye lead.
Chorus
Let him go forward, thy command obeying.
But me how biddest, how assurest thou?
The King of Argos
Leave there the new-plucked boughs, thy sorrow's sign.
Chorus
Thus beckoned forth, at thy behest I leave them.
The King of Argos
Now to this level precinct turn thyself.
