ANTISTROPHE II

_Chor._ Now do I trust that he

Who bears upon his shield the hated form

Of Power whom Earth doth shroud,

Antagonist to Zeus, unloved by men

And by the ageless Gods,

Before those gates of ours

To his own hurt may dash his haughty head. 520

_Mess._ So may it be! And now the fifth I tell,

Who the fifth gates, the Northern, occupies,

Hard by Amphion's tomb, the son of Zeus;

And by his spear he swears, (which he is bold

To honour more than God or his own eyes,)

That he will sack the fort of the Cadmeians

With that spear's might. So speaks the offspring fair

Of mother mountain-bred, a stripling hero;

And the soft down is creeping o'er his cheeks, 530

Youth's growth, and hair that floweth full and thick;

And he with soul, not maiden's like his name,[103]

But stern, with flashing eye, is standing there.

Nor stands he at the gate without a vaunt;

For on his brass-wrought buckler, strong defence,

Full-orbed, his body guarding, he the shame

Of this our city bears, the ravenous Sphinx,

With rivets fixed, all burnished and embossed;[104]

And under her she holdeth a Cadmeian,

That so on him most arrows might be shot.

No chance that he will fight a peddling fight, 540

Nor shame the long, long journey he hath come,

Parthenopæos, in Arcadia born:

This man did Argos welcome as a guest,

And now he pays her for her goodly rearing,

And threatens these our towers with ... God avert it!

_Eteoc._ Should the Gods give them what they plan 'gainst us,

Then they, with those their godless boastings high,

Would perish shamefully and utterly.

And for this man of Arcady thou tell'st of,

We have a man who boasts not, but his hand

Sees the right thing to do;—Actôr, of him 550

I named but now the brother,—who no tongue

Divorced from deeds will ever let within

Our gates, to spread and multiply our ills,

Nor him who bears upon his foeman's shield

The image of the hateful venomed beast;

But she without shall blame him as he tries

To take her in, when she beneath our walls

Gets sorely bruised and battered.[105] And herein,

If the Gods will, I prophet true shall prove.

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