O Earth, O my mother! O Zeus, thou king of the earth, and her child!
Turn back, we pray thee, from us his clamour and threatenings wild!
Herald of Aegyptus
Swift each unto the ship; repine no more,
Or my hand shall not spare to rend your robe.
Chorus
O chiefs, O leaders, aid me, or I yield!
Herald of Aegyptus
Peace! if ye have not ears to hear my words,
Lo, by these tresses must I hale you hence.
Chorus
Undone we are, O king! all hope is gone.
Herald of Aegyptus
Ay, kings enow ye shall behold anon,
Aegyptus' sons—Ye shall not want for kings.
The King of Argos
Sirrah, what dost thou? in what arrogance
Darest thou thus insult Pelasgia's realm?
Deemest thou this a woman-hearted town?
Thou art too full of thy barbarian scorn
For us of Grecian blood, and, erring thus,
Thou dost bewray thyself a fool in all!
