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See'st thou not him who crosseth Dirkê's flood?

Of other, of stranger fashion his armour shows!

Who is he?

Tydeus he, of Oineus' blood.

Aetolia's battle-fire in the breast of him glows.

Is this he, ancient, by spousal-ties

Unto mine own Polyneikes allied,

Whose wife's fair sister he won for his bride?

How half-barbaric his harness, of no Greek guise!

Nay, child, shield-bearers all Aetolians are,

And most unerring hurlers of the lance.

And thou, how know'st thou, ancient, all so well?

Even then I noted their shield-blazonry,

When to thy brother with truce-pact I fared:

I marked them, and I know their bearers now.

Who is this by Zethus' sepulchre going,

With the keen, stern eyes and the curls long-flowing?

A warrior young,

Yet a chief—for in armour brazen-glowing

See his followers throng!