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300 For him, too truly Polyneikes named,—

What his device will work we soon shall know;

Whether his braggart words, with madness fraught,

Gold-blazoned on his shield, shall lead him back.

Had Justice, virgin child of Zeus, in sooth

Guided his deeds and thoughts, this might have been;

But neither when he fled the darksome womb,

Nor in his childhood, nor in youth's fair prime,

Nor when his chin thick hair o'erspread, with him

Hath Justice converse held, or claimed him hers;

Nor in this outrage on his Fatherland,

Deem I she now beside him deigns to stand.

For Justice would in sooth belie her name

Did she with this all-daring man consort.

In these regards confiding will I go,

Myself will meet him. Who with better right?

Brother 'gainst brother, chieftain against chief,

And foeman against foe, I'll take my stand.

Quick, bring my greaves, bulwark 'gainst spear and stones.

Dearest of mortals, son of Œdipus,

Be not in wrath like him of fatal name;

Let Argive warriors with Cadmeians fight;

It is enough; their blood may be atoned;

But death of brothers, each by other slain,—

Old age to such pollution never comes.

If any one bear evil, let it be