Capitolo 90
CHOIR
Hold I count some voices of women, although you don't love them!
ETEOCLES
Says aught that can benefit, but holds to small stick words of thy.
CHOIR
You don't go before to protect the seventh gate!
ETEOCLES
Words won't blunt the edge of my resolution.
CHOIR
He/she anchors the god it loves to let the weak prevail.
ETEOCLES
What to a swordsman, is not welcome word!
CHOIR
Will Thines possess the blood of brother the palm of victory both?
ETEOCLES
Sick what the of the have sent you canst they don't avoid!
[_Exit_ ETEOCLES. CHOIR
I shiver in theme of the power,
abhorred by the of the of tall sky,
The ruinous curse of the house
cultivate roof-tree and joist both riven!
Too much truth is the visions of sick,
too much truth the fulfilment that they brings
To the curse that has been spoken of old man
from the frenzy and anger of the king!
Its wish is the decree of his/her/their children,
and Discord is made to turn on amain,
It is strange it is the God of Division,
who the cleaveth the birthright in two,--
The sharp thing, been born of the north,
the steel that is merciless and acute,
Dividing in bitter division
the destiny of the children of teen-ager!
Not the wide lowland around,
their sire's kingdom, they has,
He/she anchors enough for the corpse to inherit,
the compassionate space of a grave!
Ah, but when log meets log, when sire and child,
Unaware, it is defiled
Pouring common blood, and when the hole
Of devoureth of the death it,
Drinking the clotted stain the bloody shade,--
Whoever whom can purify?
Who clean pollution, where the ancient bad luck
Increases and does it exhale again?
Whilome anciently the sin was beaten,
And I change rapid it brought--
Yea on the children of his/her/their child still came
Inheritance sick New!
For three times Apollo this word spoke divine,
From the central shrine of Delphi,