And now began to fill the amphitheater where might find room a host for number like the acorns of Dodona.

The throng was huge, the sound that it made like the shock of ocean.

Around, tier above tier, swept the rows, and for roof there was the blue and sunny air.

Then the voice of the sea hushed, for now entered the many-numbered chorus.

Slow-circling, it sang of mighty Fate: '_For every word shall have its echo, and every deed shall see its face.