Life teeming, springs in very deed
From Zeus, for who but he the pest 580
Could stay, devised by Hera's spite?"
Thine, Zeus, the gracious work was thine!
Hence, whoso speaketh of our race divine
From Epaphos as sprung, errs not from right.
Strophe V.
Whom of the gods more fitly now
May I invoke for deeds of grace?
Father, Creator, King art thou,
Whose forming hand begat our race;
Artificer supreme, ancient of days,
Zeus, the all-wise, whose breath each purpose sways.
Antistrophe V.
Nor seated upon lower throne
Wieldeth he delegated sway; 590
Nor doth as his superior own
Ruler whose word he must obey;—
No, on his sovereign fiat waits the deed,
To execute his minds deep-ponder'd rede.
[Re-enter Danaos.]
Danaos (to his daughters).
Take courage, with the natives all goes well.
Decrees all-perfect have the people passed.
Chorus.
Hail, sire revered; herald to me most dear;
But say what measure hath been ratified,
Whereto the people's hand out-numbering swayed?
