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Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) 36 0 Browse Search
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Euripides, Phoenissae (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 145 (search)
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.
Euripides, Phoenissae (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 588 (search)
n my own house. Polyneices And keep more than your share? Eteocles Yes. Leave the country! Polyneices O altars of my fathers' gods— Eteocles Which you are here to destroy. Polyneices Hear me— Eteocles Who would hear you after you have marched against your fatherland? Polyneices And temples of the gods who ride on white horses— Eteocles And who hate you. Polyneices I am being driven from my country— Eteocles Yes, for you came to destroy it. Polyneices Unjustly, O gods! Eteocles Call on the gods at Mycenae, not here. Polyneices You have become unholy— Eteocles But I have not, like you, become my country's enemy. Polyneices By driving me out without my portion. Eteocles And I will kill you in addition. Polyneices O father, do you you hear what I am suffering? Eteocles Yes, and he hears what you are doing. Polyneices And you, mother? Eteocles It is not lawful for you to mention your mother. Polyneices O my city! Eteocles Go to Argos, and invoke the waters
Euripides, Phoenissae (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 834 (search)
Take heart, Teiresias, for you have reached your harbor and are near your friends; take him by the hand, my child; for just as every chariot has to wait for outside help to lighten it, so does the step of old age. Teiresias Enough; I have arrived; why, Creon, do you summon me so urgently? Creon I have not forgotten that; but first collect your strength and regain your breath, shaking off the fatigue of your journey. Teiresias I am indeed worn out, for I arrived here only yesterday from the court of the Erechtheidae; they too were at war, fighting with Eumolpus. I gave the victory to Cecrops' sons, and I received this golden crown, as you see, the first-fruits of the enemy's spoils. Creon I take your crown of victory as an omen. We, as you know, are exposed to the waves of war with the Danaids, and great is the struggle for Thebes. Eteocles, our king, is already gone in full armor to meet Mycenae's champions; and he has bidden me inquire of you our best course to save the city.
Euripides, Phoenissae (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 1067 (search)
ose shield you have always marched, warding off from him the enemy's darts? [What tidings are you here to bring me?] Is my son alive or dead? Tell me. Messenger He is alive, do not fear that, so that I may rid you of your terror. Jocasta Well? How is it with the seven towers that wall us in? Messenger They stand unshattered; the city is not plundered. Jocasta Have they been in jeopardy of the Argive spear? Messenger Yes, on the very brink; but our Theban warriors proved stronger than Mycenae's might. Jocasta One thing tell me, by the gods, if you know anything of Polyneices; for this too is my concern, if he is alive. Messenger As yet your sons are living, the pair of them. Jocasta God bless you! How did you succeed in beating off from our gates the Argive army, when beleaguered? Tell me, so that I may go within and cheer the old blind man, since our city is still safe. Messenger After Creon's son, who gave up his life for his country, had taken his stand on the turret's