For Know That No One Is Free,

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

Athena: There Are Two Sides To This Dispute. I've Heard Only One Half The Argument. (...) So You Two Parties, Summon Your Witnesses, Set Out Your Proofs, With Sworn Evidence To Back Your Stories. Once I've Picked The Finest Men In Athens, I'll Return. They'll Rule Fairly In This Case, Bound By A Sworn Oath To Act With Justice.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.