Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket
Which would you rather be, a conqueror in the Olympic games, or the crier that proclaims who are conquerors?
There will be killing till the score is paid.
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
It is better to watch people do stuff than to do stuff.
There is nothing worse for mortals than a wandering life.