Chorus:
chanting
Ah, let me die, or ever I behold
The gods go forth, in conflagration dire!
The foemen's rush and raid, and all our hold
Wrapt in the burning fire!
Eteocles:
Cry not on Heaven, in impotent debate!
What saith the saw?-Good saving Strength, in verity,
Out of Obedience breeds the babe Prosperity.
Chorus:
chanting
'Tis true: yet stronger is the power divine,
And oft, when man's estate is overbowed
With bitter pangs, disperses from his eyne
The heavy, hanging cloud!
Eteocles:
Let men with sacrifice and augury
Approach the gods, when comes the tug of war:
Alaids must be silent and abide within.
Chorus:
chanting
By grace of the gods we hold it, a city untamed of the
spear,
And the battlement wards from the wall the foe and his aspect of
fear!
What need of displeasure herein?
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