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At once, the two sons of the old Oedipus were hiding themselves in bronze armor; and lords of
Thebes
with friendly care equipped the captain of this land,
while
Argive
chieftains armed the other. There they stood dazzling, nor were they pale, all eagerness to hurl their lances at each other. Then their friends came to their sides first one, then another, with words of encouragement, saying:
1245
Polyneices, it rests with you to set up an image of Zeus as a trophy and crown
Argos
with fair renown.
1250
Others to Eteocles:
Now you are fighting for your city; now, if victorious, you have the scepter in your power.
So they spoke, cheering them to the battle.
The seers were sacrificing sheep and noting the tongues and forks of fire, the damp reek which is a bad omen, and the tapering flame which gives decisions on two points, being both a sign of victory and defeat.
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But, if you have any power or subtle speech
or charmed spell, go, restrain your children from this terrible combat, for great is the risk they run. The prize of the contest will be grievous sorrow for you, if to-day you are deprived of both your sons.
Exit Messenger.
1260
At once, the two sons of the old Oedipus were hiding themselves in bronze armor; and lords of
Thebes
with friendly care equipped the captain of this land,
while
Argive
chieftains armed the other. There they stood dazzling, nor were they pale, all eagerness to hurl their lances at each other. Then their friends came to their sides first one, then another, with words of encouragement, saying:
1245
Polyneices, it rests with you to set up an image of Zeus as a trophy and crown
Argos
with fair renown.
1250
Others to Eteocles:
Now you are fighting for your city; now, if victorious, you have the scepter in your power.
So they spoke, cheering them to the battle.
The seers were sacrificing sheep and noting the tongues and forks of fire, the damp reek which is a bad omen, and the tapering flame which gives decisions on two points, being both a sign of victory and defeat.
1255
But, if you have any power or subtle speech
or charmed spell, go, restrain your children from this terrible combat, for great is the risk they run. The prize of the contest will be grievous sorrow for you, if to-day you are deprived of both your sons.
Exit Messenger.
1260
Jocasta
Antigone, my daughter, come out of the house;
this heaven-sent crisis is no time for dances or girlish pursuits. But you and your mother must prevent two brave men, your own brothers, from plunging into death and falling by each other’s hand.
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Antigone, my daughter, come out of the house;
this heaven-sent crisis is no time for dances or girlish pursuits. But you and your mother must prevent two brave men, your own brothers, from plunging into death and falling by each other’s hand.
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Antigone
Mother, what new terror are you proclaiming to your friends before the palace?
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Mother, what new terror are you proclaiming to your friends before the palace?
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Jocasta
Daughter, your brothers’ lives are going to ruin.
Daughter, your brothers’ lives are going to ruin.
Antigone
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
Jocasta
They have resolved on single combat.
They have resolved on single combat.
Antigone
Oh no! what do you have to say, mother?
Oh no! what do you have to say, mother?
Jocasta
No welcome news; follow me.
No welcome news; follow me.
Antigone
Where, away from my maiden’s chamber?
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Where, away from my maiden’s chamber?
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Jocasta
To the army.
To the army.
Antigone
I cannot face the crowd.
I cannot face the crowd.
Jocasta
Coyness is not for you now.
Coyness is not for you now.
Antigone
But what shall I do?
But what shall I do?
Jocasta
You will put an end to your brothers’ strife.
You will put an end to your brothers’ strife.
Antigone
How so, mother?
How so, mother?
Jocasta
By falling at their knees with me.
By falling at their knees with me.
Antigone
Lead on till we are between the armies; we must not delay.
Lead on till we are between the armies; we must not delay.
Jocasta
Haste, my daughter, haste! For, if I can forestall the onset of my sons, I may yet live; but if they are dead, I will lie down in death with them.
Exeunt Jocasta and Antigone.
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Haste, my daughter, haste! For, if I can forestall the onset of my sons, I may yet live; but if they are dead, I will lie down in death with them.
Exeunt Jocasta and Antigone.
1280
The Phoenician Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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