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48 To where thy father waits. Faint wax my knees;

Journeying so long, scarce have I strength to go.

Take heart, Teiresias, thou art nigh thy friends,

And thy foot's anchorage. Grasp his hand, my child.

Mule-car and agèd foot alike are wont

To await the upbearing of another's hand.

Here am I. Why this instant summons, Kreon?

We have not forgotten. Gather strength, regain

Thy breath, cast off thy journey's toil and strain.

Sooth am I spent with toil, brought hitherward

But yesterday from King Erechtheus' folk.

There too was war, against Eumolpus' spear,

Where I to Kekrops' sons gave victory.

This crown of gold, as thou mayst see, have I

As firstfruits of the foemen's spoils received.

I take thy triumph-crown for omen fair;

For we are, as thou knowest, in mid-surge

Of Danaïd war, and Thebes must wrestle hard.

King Eteokles, clad in war-array,