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72 And eager to be thrown, thrust in the ground. Put by thy shield as well; it keeps me off Prom folding thee unto my mother-breast. Unbind thy brow, and from thy warlike head Thy helm remove and let me see thy face. Why dust thou turn away, and fix thine eyes With timid gaze upon thy brother's band? I'll throw my arms about thee for a shield, That through my body only may the sword Find passage to thy blood. Why hesitate? Can it be that thou dost fear thy mother's pledge? Polynices: I fear; for nature's laws no longer hold. Since I have known a brother's faithlessness, I scarce can trust my mother's plighted word. Jocasta: Then lay thy hand upon the sword again, Bind on thy helmet, take again thy shield; And while thy brother doth his arms remove, Remain thou armed. [To Eteocles.] Do thou lay by thy sword, Who first didst cause the weapon to be drawn. If peace is hateful to thee, if in war Thou dost prefer to rage, a moment's truce Thy mother begs of thee, that on her sons, Returned but now from exile, she may print A kiss of love, the first—perchance the last. While I seek peace, attend ye both, unarmed. Dost thou fear him, and he fear thee, in turn? But I do fear you both, and for you both. Why dost refuse to sheathe thy naked sword? Rejoice in this delay. You wage a war, Of which the best end is to be o'ercome. And dost thou fear thy hostile brother's wiles? If one must on his brother work deceit Or suffer it himself, 'tis better far To be the victim of the treachery Than to perform the crime. But fear thou not; For I will shield thee from all sudden snares. Do I prevail with thee? Or must I grudge