Chorus. Antistrophe II.
Within this city ne'er may civil strife,
Insatiate of ill, tumultuous roar;
Nor thirsty dust quaff deep the purple gore
Of citizens; nor rage, with murder rife,
Snatch greedily the vengeful knife!
But studious of the common weal
May each to each in turn be kind, 940
Hate may they ever with one common mind;
This among mortals many a woe can heal.
Athena.
Grow they not wise, as they the pathway find
Of tongue propitious? From these shapes of fear,
I to my lieges see rich gain. For here,
If ye these gracious ones with gracious mind
Adore and magnify,—your state and town
Ye shall for evermore with justice crown.
Chorus. Strophe III.
Farewell, farewell, enriched with wealth's fair prize,
Farewell, ye people of the city, near 950
To Zeus himself who dwell, to Pallas dear,
Friends to the friendly Virgin;—timely wise;
'Neath Pallas' wings who rest, her father doth revere.
[Athena stations herself at the head of the Chorus in the orchestra, where they are joined by the escort of females with torches.]
Athena.
Ye too farewell! Mine is it first to show
