O Zeus, what a breed you have made for us in women!
 Chorus A breed steeped in misery, just like men whose city is captured.
 Eteocles Why are your words ill-omened, when you still grasp the gods’ statues?
 Chorus In my weakness fear controls my tongue.
 Eteocles If only you would grant my plea for a small service.
 Chorus Please state it as quickly as possible, and I will quickly know what to do.
 Eteocles Be silent, wretched woman; do not terrify your own men.
 Chorus I am silent. I will suffer what is destined together with the others.
 Eteocles I welcome this sentiment of yours over what you said before.