CHORUS “All this thou beholdest, Achilles our boldest.’ And what wilt thou reply? Draw tight the rein Lest that fiery soul of thine Whirl thee out of the listed plain, Past the olives, and o’er the line. Dire and grievous the charge he brings. See thou answer him, noble heart, Not with passionate bickerings. Shape thy course with a sailor’s art, Reef the canvas, shorten the sails, Shift them edgewise to shun the gales.
CHORUS When. the breezes are soft and low, Then, well under control, you’ll go Quick and quicker to strike the foe. O first of all the Hellenic bards high loftily-towering verse to rear, And tragic phrase from the dust to raise, pour forth thy fountain with right good cheer.
AESCHYLUS My wrath is hot at this vile mischance, and my spirit revolts at the thought that I Must bandy words with a fellow like him: but lest he should vaunt that I can’t reply— Come, tell me what are the points for which a noble poet our praise obtains.
EURIPIDES For his ready wit, and his counsels sage, and because the citizen folk he trains To be better townsmen and worthier men.
AESCHYLUS If then you have done the very reverse, Found noble-hearted and virtuous men, and altered them, each and all, for the worse, Pray what is the meed you deserve to get?
DIONYSUS Nay, ask not him. He deserves to die.
AESCHYLUS For just consider what style of men he received from me, great six-foot-high Heroical souls, who never would blench from a townsman’s duties in peace or war; Not idle loafers, or low buffoons, or rascally seamps such as now they are.