_The Chorus_ resume: though shut out from War their old age has still suasive power of song, and they can tell of the famous omen seen by the two kings and the whole army as they waited to embark: two eagles on the left devouring a pregnant hare: Sing a strain of woe But may the good prevail! {120} _Antistrophe: the same rhythm line for line as the Strophe, but the evolutions taking Left Hand direction._ and the Prophet Calchas interpreted; they shall lay Troy low, only beware lest the Victors suffer from the wrath of some God, Artemis who hates the eagle: Sing a strain of woe, But may the good prevail! {137} _Epode: a different rhythm, and the evolutions without any special direction._ May some Healer, Calchas added, avert her wrath, lest she send delays upon the impatient host and irritate them to some dread deed, some sacrifice of children to haunt the house for ever! So he prophesied in piercing strains. Sing a strain of woe, But may the good prevail {154} ENTRY-ODE _With a change of rhythm, the Chorus pass into their first regular Choral Ode; Strophes and Antistrophes as in the Prelude, but the Evolutions now leading them from the central Altar to the extreme Right and Left of the Orchestra._ _Strophe I: Evolutions leading Chorus from Thymele to extreme Right of Orchestra._ It must be Zeus--no other God will suffice--Zeus alone who shall lift from my[2] mind this cloud of anxiety; _Antistrophe I: Evolutions the same, rhythm for rhythm, as the Strophe, but leading the Chorus back from the Right of Orchestra to the central Altar._ For on Zeus, before whom all the elder Gods gave way, they must rely who are bent on getting all the wisdom of the wise. {168} _Strophe II: a change of rhythm: evolutions leading Chorus from the central Altar to the extreme Left of Orchestra._ Yes: Zeus leads men to wisdom by his fixed law that pain is gain; by instilling secret care in the heart, it may be in sleep, he forces the unwilling to yield to wiser thoughts: no doubt this anxiety is a gift of the Gods, whose might is irresistible. {176} _Antistrophe II: same rhythm, but evolutions leading back from Left of Orchestra to central Altar._ When Agamemnon, not repining, but tempering himself to the fate which smote him, waited amidst adverse winds and failing stores: {184} _Strophe III: fresh change of rhythm, Chorus moving to Right of Orchestra._ and the contrary winds kept sweeping down from the Strymon, and the host was being worn out with delays, and the prophet began to speak of 'one more charm against the wrath of Artemis, though a bitter one to the Chiefs,' {195} _Antistrophe III: same rhythm, movement back from Right of Orchestra to Altar._ at last the King spoke: great woe to disobey the prophet, great woe to slay my child! how shed a maiden's blood? yet how lose my expedition, my allies? May all be well in the end! {210}