Capitolo 87
It dies from the push of God and all-included hit.
Then wants this die of prophet, the child of Oecleus protects,
Wise, only, and it faces, and faithful toward Sky,
Powerful in prophecy, but it joined here
With men of sin, too much vainglorious to be wise!
Along it is their road, and they returns anybody more,
And, to them taking-street, by hand of Zeus,
The prophet will also take the descending way.
He doesn't want--so I hold--attacks the gate--
Not as through cowardliness or the weak wish,
But as one to know to that end will be
Their struggle in the battle, if indeed
Fruit of lie of fulfilment in the word of Loxias.
Him the speaketh not, unless to speak profits!
For more safety, we will post anchor a man,,
Strong Lasthenes as jailer of the gate,
Austere to the foeman; him the ability of age of hath,
Coupled with young vigour and an eye
Directly, vigilant; rapid also his/her hand, to take
The interval of fenceless 'twixts screen and launch!
He/she anchors the good luck of man it lies available of Sky.
CHOIR
To ours to whine faithful, ye of the, give ear!
Safe, save the city! you turn away the lance,
Send on the fear of foemen!
Out of the fall of their bastion, lease and riven
Under of the arrow of sky!
THE SPY
Hard, allows me to call yon seventh antagonist,
Brother of same Thy, to the seventh set portal--
Feels with that anger he curses our decree,
Voting to climb on the wall, although he/she banished from now,
And it plays to tall voice the wild one exulting to whine--
The city of _The is ta'en_--then the clash its sword with thine,
Giving and taking nearby death in embrace,
Or, if you 'scapest, flinging on thee,
How thief of his/her honour and his/her house,
The decree of exile as him you/he/she has borne.
Then clamours him and so it invokes the of the
Who protect his/her run and house, to feel and to keep in mind of
The curse that plays in the name of Polynices!
He bears a round shield, fresh from forge and fire,
It is beaten on him a double signal it is--