Chorus
It is dreadful that a prosperous [760] city like Mycenae, famed for its war-strength, should nurse a hatred against our land. But it is cowardly, o my city, if we are to hand over suppliant strangers [765] at the behest of Argos. Zeus is my ally, I have no fear, Zeus is justly grateful to me: never shall I reveal the gods to be less good than mortals.