Make your threats, then, but go forward. As for you, Oedipus, stay here in peace with my pledge that, unless I die beforehand,I will not cease until I put you in possession of your children.OedipusThanks to you, Theseus, for your nobleness and your righteous care for me! Theseus exits with attendants and Creon.

ChorusOh, to be where the enemy, turned to fight,will soon join in Ares’ clash of bronze, by the shores of Apollo, perhaps, or by that torch-lit beachwhere the Great Goddesses maintain awful rites for mortals on whose lips the ministering Eumolpidae have laid the golden seal of silence. There, I think, the war-rousingTheseus and the two maiden sisters will soon meet within our borders, amid the war-cry of resisting men!

ChorusOr perhaps they will soon draw near to the pastures on the west of Oea’s snowy rock,fleeing on young horses or in chariots racing full speed. He will be caught!Terrible is the neighboring Ares, terrible the might of the followers of Theseus. Yes, the steel of every bridle flashes,and against their opponents charges forward our whole cavalry, who honor horse-riding Athena, and the earth-girdling Sea-god, the dear son of Rhea.