CHORUS
What evasions, subterfuges and delays! Hold! here is the sombre
helmet of Pluto with its thick bristling plume; Hieronymus1 lends it to
you; then open Sisyphus'2 bag of wiles; but hurry, hurry, pray, for
discussion does not admit of delay.
1 A tragic poet; we know next to nothing of him or his works.
2 Son of Aeolus, renowned in fable for his robberies, and for the tortures to which he was put by Pluto. He was cunning enough to break loose out of hell, but Hermes brought him back again.