Seven Against Thebes (1054-1080)

Ah, misery!

O Erinyes, far-famed destroyers of families, goddesses of death who have thus laid ruin to the family of Oedipus, digging it up from the roots! What will happen to me? What should I do? What plan shall I devise? How can I have the heart neither to weep for you

nor escort you to your tomb? But I am afraid and turn away in terror of the citizens. You, at least, Eteocles, will have many mourners, while he, wretched man, departs without lamentation

and has a dirge sung only by one sister. Now who could comply with that?

Let the city take action or not take action against those who lament for Polynices. We, at all events, will go and

bury him with her, following the funeral procession. For this grief is shared by all our race, and the city approves as just different things at different times.

We will go with this other corpse, as the city and justice, too, approves.

For after the blessed gods and powerful Zeus, he it was who saved the city of the Cadmeans from being capsized and flooded by a wave of foreign men—he beyond all others. Exeunt omnes.