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Rh Dies by one death with that detested crew;

At whiles the just man, joined with citizens

Ruthless to strangers, recking nought of Heaven,

Trapped, against nature, in one net with them,

Dies by God's thrust and all-including blow.

So will this prophet die, even Oecleus' child,

Sage, just, and brave, and loyal towards Heaven,

Potent in prophecy, but mated here

With men of sin, too boastful to be wise!

Long is their road, and they return no more,

And, at their taking-off, by hand of Zeus,

The prophet too shall take the downward way.

He will not—so I deem—assail the gate—

Not as through cowardice or feeble will,

But as one knowing to what end shall be

Their struggle in the battle, if indeed

Fruit of fulfilment lie in Loxias' word.

He speaketh not, unless to speak avails!

Yet, for more surety, we will post a man,

Strong Lasthenes, as warder of the gate,

Stern to the foeman; he hath age's skill,

Mated with youthful vigour, and an eye

Forward, alert; swift too his hand, to catch

The fenceless interval 'twixt shield and spear!

Yet man's good fortune lies in hand of Heaven.

Unto our loyal cry, ye gods, give ear!

Save, save the city! turn away the spear,

Send on the foemen fear!

Outside the rampart fall they, rent and riven

Beneath the bolt of heaven!