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Mycenae (Greece) (search for this): card 145
under truce, to fill your heart with joy. Antigone Who is that, old man, on his chariot, driving white horses? Old servant That, lady, is the prophet Amphiaraus; with him are the victims, earth's bloodthirsty streams. Antigone Daughter of the sun with dazzling zone, O moon, you circle of golden light, how quietly, with what restraint he drives, goading first one horse, then the other! But where is the one who utters those dreadful insults against this city? Old servant Capaneus? There he is, calculating how he may scale the towers, taking the measure of our walls up and down. Antigone O Nemesis, and roaring thunder-peals of Zeus and blazing lightning-bolts, oh! put to sleep his presumptuous boasting! This is the man who says he will give the Theban girls as captives of his spear to the women of Mycenae, to Lerna's trident, and the waters of Amymone, dear to Poseidon, when he has them enslaved. Never, never, Lady Artemis, golden-haired child of Zeus, may I endure that slavery.
Lerna (Greece) (search for this): card 145
under truce, to fill your heart with joy. Antigone Who is that, old man, on his chariot, driving white horses? Old servant That, lady, is the prophet Amphiaraus; with him are the victims, earth's bloodthirsty streams. Antigone Daughter of the sun with dazzling zone, O moon, you circle of golden light, how quietly, with what restraint he drives, goading first one horse, then the other! But where is the one who utters those dreadful insults against this city? Old servant Capaneus? There he is, calculating how he may scale the towers, taking the measure of our walls up and down. Antigone O Nemesis, and roaring thunder-peals of Zeus and blazing lightning-bolts, oh! put to sleep his presumptuous boasting! This is the man who says he will give the Theban girls as captives of his spear to the women of Mycenae, to Lerna's trident, and the waters of Amymone, dear to Poseidon, when he has them enslaved. Never, never, Lady Artemis, golden-haired child of Zeus, may I endure that slavery.