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