Mid Phrygia's thousands is my valour's guerdon.
Be thou not envious: countless things beside
Shall make thee glad, the ruler of the land.
Chorus.
(Ant.)
Great thine emprise is, and great the reward thou dost claim;
So thou mayst but attain thereunto, high bliss shalt thou know.
Verily this thine adventure is fraught with fame.
Yet, to wed with a princess!—glory had this been, I trow.
For the Gods' part, even let Justice look to the same:
But for men—never guerdon more perfect may man bestow. 200
Dolon.
Now will I go: to mine own halls I pass,
To clothe me in such garb as best befits.
Thence will I speed my feet to Argos' ships.
Chorus.
Say, wilt thou don aught save the attire thou hast?
Dolon.
Yea, such as fits my work, my stealthy steps. 205
Chorus.
Behoves that from the crafty craft we learn.
Say, what shall be the vesture of thy limbs?
Dolon.
Over my back a wolfskin will I draw,
