ETEOCLES
Him will I straight with happy omens send;
Yea, sent is Megareus, whose vaunts are deeds,
Scion of Creon, from the heroes sprung
Full-armed who rose from earth-sown dragon's teeth,
He from the gates will not retire dismayed
By noisy snorting of infuriate steeds;
But either, dying, will repay our land
His nurture-fee, or, seizing warriors twain,
Ay, and the city on his foeman's shield,
Will with the spoils his father's house adorn.
Now of another brag, nor grudge thy words.
Seven Against Thebes. Aeschylus. Anna Swanwick (Translator). London. 1886.
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