What if they give us poisonous drinks for wine?


CHORUS.

They have their will; much talking mends it not.


ALTHAEA.

And gall for milk, and cursing for a prayer?


CHORUS.

Have they not given life, and the end of life?


ALTHAEA.

Lo, where they heal, they help not; thus they do,
They mock us with a little piteousness,
And we say prayers, and weep; but at the last,
Sparing awhile, they smite and spare no whit.


CHORUS.

Small praise man gets dispraising the high gods: