And you, mother?EteoclesIt is not lawful for you to mention your mother.PolyneicesO my city!EteoclesGo to Argos, and invoke the waters of Lerna.PolyneicesI will; do not be troubled; but I thank you, mother.EteoclesGo forth from the land!PolyneicesI will go; but let me see my father.EteoclesYou will not have your wish.PolyneicesAt least then my maiden sisters.EteoclesYou will not ever see them either.PolyneicesAh, my sisters!EteoclesWhy do you, their bitterest enemy, call on them?PolyneicesTo you at least farewell, mother!JocastaIndeed I am faring well, my son!PolyneicesI am no longer your son.JocastaI was born to great sorrow.PolyneicesBecause my brother treats me outrageously.EteoclesI am treated just the same.PolyneicesWhere will you be stationed before the towers?EteoclesWhy do you ask me this?PolyneicesI will set myself against you for your death.EteoclesI too have the same desire.JocastaWoe is me! what will you do, my sons?PolyneicesThe event will show.JocastaOh, try to escape your father’s curse! Exit Jocasta. EteoclesMay destruction seize our whole house!PolyneicesSoon my sword will be busy, plunged in gore. But I call my native land and the gods to witness, with what dishonor and bitter treatment I am being driven forth, as though I were a slave, not a son of Oedipus as much as he. If anything happens to you, my city, blame him, not me;for I did not come willingly, and unwillingly I am driven from the land. And you, Phoebus, lord of highways, and my home, farewell, and my comrades, and statues of the gods, where sheep are sacrificed. For I do not know if I can ever again address you; though hope is not yet asleep, which makes me confident that with the gods’ helpI shall slay him and rule this land of Thebes. Exit Polyneices. EteoclesGet out of the country! It was a true name our father gave you, when, prompted by some god, he called you Polyneices, man of many quarrels. Exit Eteocles.