Capitolo 82
Challenging god-as the powers, equipt to act,
And, deadly although he is, he violates his/her language
In the ecstasy of folly, and it throws aloft
Tall words of swelling against the ears of Zeus.
You straighten well me I have trust--if justice grants the word--
What, from the strength of Zeus, an arrow of flame
In more than the semblance it will come down on him.
Against his/her boasts, although unwise, I have put,
To make insurance sure, a stern of warrior--
Strong Polyphontes, fervent for the scuffle;
A strong rampart, him, from grace of Sky
Be favour of his/her champion Artemis!
Does say on that the holdeth the next gate in custody?
CHOIR
The wretch perish whose boast faces our house!
On him the arrow red arrival,
Before to the unmarried pergolas his/her way he splits,
Devastate and to bereave!
THE SPY
I will say on. Eteoclus is third--
To him it fell, that time the third destiny jumped
O'er the similar edge to brass of the inverted helmet,
To throw his/her stormers on gate of Neistae.
He pushes his/her mares that to their rubbing of frontlets
And it craves to debit on the amain of the gates.
They puffs the breath of the pride, and, full therewith,
Their mouths whistle with Barbaric sound.
Tall also and haughty it is the equipment of his/her shield--
An armed man that climbs, from peg peg,
A staircase of measurement in staircase, on a hostile wall,
In sack flames and it kills; and he also cries,
(From letters, full of sound, on the shield)
Same _Not Ares will throw me from the wall_.
You look at him, sends, against this man, a man
Strongly to exclude the joke of the slave from our city.
ETEOCLES (to_ of _pointing MEGAREUS)
Sends the wish me--also this man, with fortune to help--
From his/her expeditious value already, not from pride
It is vain pretense, it is him. 'Tis Megareus,
The child of Creon, of the Earth-jumped born!
He won't tighten him to protect some gates,
Neither it fears the frantic neigh of the exasperated loader,