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O Earth, you once bore—as I heard, I heard the story told by foreigners once in my own home—you bore
a race which sprang of the teeth of a snake with blood-red crest, that fed on beasts, to be the glory and reproach of
Thebes
.
820
In days gone by the sons of heaven came to the wedding of Harmonia, and the walls and towers of
Thebes
rose to the sound of Amphion’s lyre,
in the midst between the double streams where Dirce waters the grass-green field before Ismenus; and Io, our horned ancestress, was mother of the kings of
Thebes
;
825
thus our city, through an endless succession of various blessings, has set herself upon the heights, crowned with the glory of war.
830
O Earth, you once bore—as I heard, I heard the story told by foreigners once in my own home—you bore
a race which sprang of the teeth of a snake with blood-red crest, that fed on beasts, to be the glory and reproach of
Thebes
.
820
In days gone by the sons of heaven came to the wedding of Harmonia, and the walls and towers of
Thebes
rose to the sound of Amphion’s lyre,
in the midst between the double streams where Dirce waters the grass-green field before Ismenus; and Io, our horned ancestress, was mother of the kings of
Thebes
;
825
thus our city, through an endless succession of various blessings, has set herself upon the heights, crowned with the glory of war.
830
The Phoenician Women. Euripides. Edward P. Coleridge (Translator). London. 1891.
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