And so keep up my worship! Consequently,
I'll take whichever seems the best adviser.
Advise me first of Alcibiades,
Whose birth gives travail still to mother Athens.
Pluto.
What is her disposition towards him?
Dionysus.
Well,
She loves and hates, and longs still to possess.
I want the views of both upon that question!
Euripides.
Out on the burgher, who to serve his state
Is slow, but swift to do her deadly hate,
With much wit for himself, and none for her.
Dionysus.
Good, by Poseidon, that!—And what say you?
[To Aeschylus.
Aeschylus.
No lion's whelp within thy precincts raise;
But, if it be there, bend thee to its ways!
Dionysus.
By Zeus the Saviour, still I can't decide!
The one so fine, and the other so convincing!
Well, I must ask you both for one more judgment;
What steps do you advise to save our country?
Euripides.
I know and am prepared to say!
Dionysus.
Say on.
