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 As bending the tired knee. And many moans

And many useless prayers shalt thou pour forth,

For inexorable is the heart of Zeus.

So every one is harsh whose power is new.

Enough: why art thou lingering, making waste

Of lamentations? Why dost thou not hate

This god most hateful to the other gods,

Betrayer of thy sovereignty to men?

In sooth, 'tis a marvellous potency this tie

Of kinship and familiar intercourse.

I grant thee. But how canst thou not regard

The father's words? Dost thou not dread this worse?

Thou art ever ruthless, ready to all tasks.

Why, it avails him nought to be bemoaned.

And thou spend not thyself in labour lost.