’Tis thy own darling, thy own settler in the city of Argos that IReading ἐκκομίζομαι, MS., but Musgrave’s emendation, ἐκκόμιζέ μοι is very probably right. am striving to rescue for the funeral pyre from outrageous insult.

MessengerLadies, I bring you tidings of great joy, myself escaped—for I was taken prisoner in the battle which cost those chieftains seven their lives near Dirce’s fount—to bear the news of Theseus’ victory. But I will save thee tedious questioning; I was the servant of Capaneus, whom Zeus with scorching bolt to ashes burnt.ChorusFriend of friends, fair thy news of thy own return, nor less the news about Theseus; and if the host of Athens, too, is safe, welcome will all thy message be.Messenger’Tis safe, and all hath happened as I would it had befallen Adrastus and his Argives, whom from Inachus he led, to march against the city of the Cadmeans.ChorusHow did the son of Aegeus and his fellow-warriors raise their trophy to Zeus? Tell us, for thou wert there and canst gladden us who were not.