Chorus
[695]
My friends, shall we cry out these things clearly to the ears of our mistress? Her husband, with whom she shared all her hopes, unhappy woman . . . Now her fortunes are ruined, while he is successful.
[700]
She has fallen into a gray old age, but her husband does not honor his friends. Wretched one, who came to her home an outsider, to great prosperity, and did not put her on a level with his fortunes—may he perish, perish!—deceiving my mistress.
[705]
And may he not succeed when he offers to the gods the brightly burning sacrifice on the fire; but he will know my mind, how friendly I am
[710]
to my queen. Now the new father and son are approaching the new dinner.