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16 (Str. 2) But this day before the wall

Furious Arês comes; his hand

Lights for Thebes the slaughter-brand—

God forefend his will befall!

Friend with friend is one in pain;

And Phœnicia with all bane

Of the stately-towered land

Shall condole, a mourning nation.

One our lineage, one our blood;

All be horned Io's brood:

Mine is all your tribulation. (Ant. 2) Round the town a shield-array

Cloudlike flashes levin-light—

Grim presentment of red fight!

Yet shall Arês rue the day

If the Avengers' curse he bring

On the sons of that blind king.

Argos, thy Pelasgian might

Dread I, and the hand of heaven!

For the strife of him who comes

Mail-clad to the ancient homes

Shall with Justice' help be striven.

Enter Polyneikes.

Lightly, too lightly, have the warders' bolts

Made way for me to pass within the walls.

Wherefore I fear lest, once within their net,