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Rh Friends of youth, farewell, and statues of the Gods where sheep are slain!

For I know not if to me 'tis given to speak to you again.

But my hope not yet doth sleep, wherein I trust, with Gods to aid,

Him to slay, and hold the land of Thebes beneath my sceptre swayed.

Get thee forth! Ha, truly Polyneikes, "Man of many a feud,"

Named thy father thee, with heavenly prescience of thy feuds endued!

[Exit Polyneikes.

(Str. 1) To this land from Phœnicia Kadmus speeding

Came, till the heifer unbroken, leading

The wanderer, cast her to earthward, telling

That so was accomplished the oracle spoken

When the God for the place of his rest gave token,

Bidding take the Aonian plains for his dwelling,

Where the golden spears of the wheat-ranks quiver,

Where the outgushing flood of the lovely river

Forth flashes from fountains of Dirkê welling

Over meadows and tilth-lands harvest-teeming,

Where sprang from the spousals levin-gleaming

Of Zeus, the God of the shout wild-ringing;