Capitolo 76
_Look down and delivery. Immortals_!
ETEOCLES
Ay, beg amain that stone can win I steel!
That grace of of the is not? ay, ay--the methinks,
When cities fall, the of the go on to them!
CHOIR
Ah, allows me to die, or I ever see
The of the go on, in atrocious conflagration!
The rush of the foemen and ago raids and all of our taking
Wrapt in the fire that burns!
ETEOCLES
Doesn't cry: on Sky, in impotent debate!
What saith the saw?--_Good that saves Strength in truth,,
Out of races of Obedience the Prosperity_ child.
CHOIR
'True Tis: even more strong it is the divine power,
And oft, when the piece of ground of ground of man is overbowed
With bitter torments, it disperses from his/her eyne
The bad one, hanging cloud!
ETEOCLES
Makes men with sacrifice and augury
You draw near to the of the, when it comes to the pull of war;
Houseservants have to be silent and they have to bear among.
CHOIR
From grace of the of the we contain him/it to us,
a city indomitable of the lance,
And the battlement defends from the wall
the enemy and his/her aspect of fear!
What need of the sorrow here?
ETEOCLES
Ay, pays votes of Sky thy; I don't envy them,
But--so you the strike any fear in our men--
Has calm to heart, neither is afraid too much.
CHOIR
Alack, is fresh in excavations ears,
the clamour and accident of the scuffle,
And above to our holier height
Me sped on my timorous way,
Puzzled, attack from the noise!
ETEOCLES
Now, if yes feel the noise of death or wounds,
O'ermuch is not given for shouting and to shout,
For the imperial crows of Ares on human meat.
CHOIR
Ah, but the to puff some steeds I feel!
ETEOCLES
Then, if you the hearts, don't feel too well them!
CHOIR
Listening, earth's booms, as they close us to them round!
ETEOCLES
Enough if I am here, with plain prepared.
CHOIR
Alack, the beating to the gates is strong!
ETEOCLES
Peace! Your language be, otherwise the city can feel!
CHOIR
Jailers of Or of the walls, doesn't betray them!