Chorus
[1025]
Like one who slips and falls into the surge with no haven near, so shall you lose your own life for the life you have taken. For the rights of justice and of the gods do not fall together;
[1030]
there is ruin full of death and doom. Your hopes of this journey shall cheat you, for it has led you, unhappy wretch! to the halls of death; and to no warrior's hand shall you resign your life.