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Yet may fate again bring low the brilliant victor; it is this brave thought that twines about my heart.
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[610]
You speak of the gods as if they were just.
Second Semi-Chorus
Yes, for who but they allot whatever happens?
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I see much at variance in their dealings with men.
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The former fear has warped your judgment. Vengeance calls vengeance forth; slaughter calls for slaughter,
[615]
but the gods give to mortals respite from affliction, holding in their own hands each thing's allotted end.