When you invoke the gods, do not be ill-advised. For Obedience isthe mother of Success, wife of Salvation—as the saying goes.

ChorusSo she is, but the power of god is supreme, and often in bad times it raises the helpless man out of harsh misery even when stormclouds are lowering over his eyes. EteoclesIt is the man’s duty to offer victims and sacrifices to the gods when they test their enemy; your duty is to be silent and to remain inside the house.

ChorusBy the will of the gods we inhabit an unconquered city, and the rampart withstands the enemy throng.What indignation makes you resent this? EteoclesI do not begrudge your honor of the divine race; but lest you make the citizens cowardly, be calm and do not be overly fearful.

ChorusWhen I heard the strange and jumbled clashes,I came in trembling fear to this citadel, our seat of worship. EteoclesIf, then, you hear that men are dying or wounded, do not seize on the news with loud wailing. For this is the food of Ares, human blood.

ChorusOh, but I hear horses snorting! EteoclesHear them, then, but not too clearly. ChorusThe city groans from deep in the earth, as though we are surrounded. EteoclesSurely it is enough that I am making plans for this? ChorusI am terrified—the crashing at the gates is increasing. EteoclesWon’t you be silent, and speak none of this throughout the city? ChorusDivine company, do not betray our fortifications! EteoclesDamn you! Will you not endure these events in silence? ChorusGods of our city! Do not let my fate be slavery! EteoclesYou would enslave both me and all the city. ChorusAlmighty Zeus, turn your missile against the enemy! EteoclesO Zeus, what a breed you have made for us in women! ChorusA breed steeped in misery, just like men whose city is captured. EteoclesWhy are your words ill-omened, when you still grasp the gods’ statues? ChorusIn my weakness fear controls my tongue. EteoclesIf only you would grant my plea for a small service. ChorusPlease state it as quickly as possible, and I will quickly know what to do. EteoclesBe silent, wretched woman; do not terrify your own men. ChorusI am silent. I will suffer what is destined together with the others. EteoclesI welcome this sentiment of yours over what you said before.