Capitolo 85
In front of the portal; on his/her similar shield to brass,
The round screen and refuge of his/her form,
I saw him/it show the hungry Sphinx the demon,
That shameds our city--as it flashed and stirred,
Narrow with a clamp on the small round shield, beaten in tall relief!
It is in his/her claws a bear of Cadmean it did--
Neither till now, for some only prey,
Sped her aloft, through such storm of darts
As it now attends him. Then our enemy is here--
As, as I hold, not to use kept work to small stick
In blood and it cooks to alive fire but traffick as it is reunion
In fierce change for his/her long wayfaring!
ETEOCLES
Ah, they satisfies their decree they think to bring--
Their cruel boasts and They--from those on tall!
Then if theirs had to sink, launched down to deeper death!
This enemy, at least from thee Arcadian drew,
You/he/she is faced within one that doesn't bear signal braggart,
But its hand sees to hit, where profit of hits--
Actor, his/her own brother to Hyperbius!
He won't do a boasting without a hit
Brook through our gates and it nourishes our desperation,
Neither it gives him way that on his/her hostile shield
Bears the image of beast of the adversely the Sphinx!
Stopped to the gate, she will reproach the man
Who strives to thrust her/it forehand, when she feels
Accident often of hits, above to the urban wall.
With the starting of Sky, my forecast will be true.
CHOIR
House to my heart the boast goes,
And, rapid with terror, on my head
You increase my hair to sound of those,
Who wildly, impiouslies ramble!
If of the there is, to their self I beg--
Their _Give to the obscurity and the grave_.
THE SPY
Fronting the sixth gate sustains another enemy,
More essay of warriors, braver among clairvoyants--
Man owes me I call Amphiaraus: him,
Puts constant to the gate of Homoloid,
It scolds strong Tydeus with insulting him words--
_The equips of blood, the bad luck of state and house,
To Argos, arc-charmer to entirely sick,
Evoker of the fury-demon of hell,