Capitolo 77
ETEOCLES
Bestrew the Your to whine! in face of silence Your fate.
CHOIR
Of the of our city, sees me didn't enslave!
ETEOCLES
On me, on all to whine of thy they bring slavery.
CHOIR
Zeus, strong to hit, turn on hit of thy of enemies!
ETEOCLES
Zeus, what a curse is women beaten by thee!
CHOIR
Weak wretches, also as men when fall of city.
ETEOCLES
Thing! of the that they hook, still expressing the desperation of thy?
CHOIR
In the ill heart, prey of machete of fear of discourse.
ETEOCLES
Light is the thing I ask to thee--does my wish!
CHOIR
Quickly asks: quickly I know my power.
ETEOCLES
Make to keep silent weak wretch! neither it put friends of thy in fear.
CHOIR
I speak anybody more: general fate is mine!
ETEOCLES
I take that word as more wise man after all.
No, more: these images possess thy they want--
Pray, in their strength, that Sky is on our side!
Then feels my withal of the prayers, and then you encircle out
The triumph-note female, right of thy--
Yea, sends forth before the use that Hellas knows,
The to whine close to the altars seeming clear,
Encouragement to friends, alarms to hostile.
But me to all the of the that they protect our walls,
God of the plan or jailers of the market
And to Isthmus' brook and the brooks of funeral Song,
I swear, if the Fortune smiles and saves our city,
What we will make our altars exhale with blood
Of sheep and kine, verses ahead to the of the,
And with victorious forehead of tokens our fannies--
Corsets and cases that once our foemens brought,
Now lance-smashed--to decorate these holy houses!
Votes of Sky is such thy--street with sighs,
Away with vain and Barbaric cry,
That won't benefit, in a general decree!
But I will support, and, with six chosen men
Me the seventh one, to compare the enemy
In this great aspect of a firm war,
Return and you plant them to the gates of sevenfold,
Or e'er the ready and resounding battle-explorers
The alacrity to inflame our suggestion with the need.
[_Exit_ ETEOCLES.