Capitolo 83
But, if he dies, it will nobly end the result
For breeding to the earth that has given birth him,
Or from the shield-side cuts two warlike they demolish
Eteoclus and the figure that he lifts--
Ay, and the city painted, all in the one,
And ornate with loots his/her sire's temple!
Announce the next pair, don't hold to small stick of language of thy!
CHOIR
Or you, the jailer of my house,
Accords, to us, the tide of favouring of Fate,
Send on the decree of foemen!
Them throwing blames before of the frantic pride,
On them Zeus is able with you flash of come revenge;
THE SPY
Here, next he sustains a quarter and cries amain,
From the portal of Pallas Onca and shows
A different challenge; 'the tis Hippomedon!
Enormous the equipment that starts above from his/her targe
In tall relief; and, I don't deny him/it,
I shivered, while seeing how, on the edge,
It manufactured the shield a circle of mighty circle--
Any sorry artisan him that beaten that job
And tightened him/it with a clamp all around the edge of the small round shield!
The form was Typhon: from his/her throat that burns
Dark smoke and rolled, spark-litten, log of fire!
The edge-job flattened, surrounding round the whole one,
I support strong and fact for to wind snakes that I/you/they are grown
Erects above of the concave one of the shield:
Noise encircled the voice of the warrior; inhaled for war,
He rambles to kill, as doth a Bacchanal,
His a lot of look a terror! of such wight
Be in watch the assault! closing on the gates,
He plays his/her boast and to whine appalling!
ETEOCLES
He/she anchors first our Pallas Onca--the wardress her,
Planting his/her hard foot from his/her gate--it will be standing,
The Houseservant against the rascal, and it rejects
His/her strength, as from his/her brood the mother-bird
Pulsations back the fang of poison of the snake of wintered
It is following, from her, it is the brave child of Oenops,
Hyperbius, select to compare this enemy,
Ready to seek his/her fate to the shrine of Fortune!