It hath wrought out its end,
And hath not failed, that prayer the father poured;
And Laios' reckless counsels work till now:
I fear me for the State;
The oracles have not yet lost their edge; 840
O men of many sorrows, ye have wrought
This deed incredible;
Not now in word come woes most lamentable.
[_As the Chorus are speaking, the bodies of_ ETEOCLES
_and_ POLYNEIKES _are brought in solemn procession
by_ Theban Citizens