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Rh O grievous the tale is,

And grievous their fall,

To the house, to the land,

And to me above all!

Ah God! for the curse that hath come, the sin and the ruin withal!

O children distraught,

Who in madness have died!

Shall ye rest with old kings

In the place of their pride?

Alas for the wrath of your sire if he findeth you laid by his side!

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I bear command to tell to one and all

What hath approved itself and now is law,

Ruled by the counsellors of Cadmus' town.

For this Eteocles, it is resolved

To lay him on his earth-bed, in this soil,

Not without care and kindly sepulture.

For why? he hated those who hated us,

And, with all duties blamelessly performed

Unto the sacred ritual of his sires,

He met such end as gains our city's grace,—

With auspices that do ennoble death.

Such words I have in charge to speak of him:

But of his brother Polynices, this—

Be he cast out unburied, for the dogs

To rend and tear: for he presumed to waste

The land of the Cadmeans, had not Heaven—

Some god of those who aid our fatherland—

Opposed his onset, by his brother's spear,

To whom, tho' dead, shall consecration come!