Old Servant: I carefully noted the blazons on their shields before
when I went with the terms of the truce to thy brother; so when I
see them now I know who carry them.
Antigone: Who is that youth passing close to the tomb of Zethus, with
long flowing hair, but a look of fury in his eye? is he a captain?
for crowds of warriors follow at his heels.
Old Servant: That is Parthenopaeus, Atalanta's son.
Antigone: May Artemis, who hies o'er the hills with his mother, lay
him low with an arrow, for coming against my city to sack it!
Old Servant: May it be so, my daughter; but with justice are they
come hither, and my fear is that the gods will take the rightful view,
Antigone: Where is he who was born of the same mother as I was by
a cruel destiny? Oh! tell me, old friend, where Polyneices is.
Old Servant: He is yonder, ranged next to Adrastus near the tomb of
Niobe's seven unwed daughters. Dost see him?
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