For even if the matter had not been urged upon us by a god,
it still would not have been fit that you should leave the guilt unpunished as it is, when one so noble—and he your king—had perished. You should have searched it out. But now, since I hold the powers which he once held,
possessing his bed and the wife who bore his children, and since, had his hope of offspring not been unsuccessful, children born of one mother would have tied us with a common bond—as it was, fate swooped upon his head—I will uphold this cause, as though it were that of my own father,
and will leave no stone unturned in my search for the one who shed the blood, for the honor of the son of Labdacus and of Polydorus
and the elder Cadmus and Agenor of old.
And for those who do not obey me, I pray that the gods
send them neither harvest of the earth nor fruit of the womb, but that they perish with the present fate, or one still worse. But to all you, the loyal Cadmeans who are satisfied by these things, may justice, our ally,
and all the gods be gracious always.