<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg004.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="choral"><div type="textpart" subtype="antistrophe" n="1"><sp><l n="305">if you abandon to the enemy this deep-soiled land and the water of Dirce which is the most nourishing of the streams that earth-encircling Poseidon</l><l n="310">and Tethys’ children pour forth? Therefore, divine guardians of the city, hurl murderous destruction on the men outside our walls</l><l n="315">and panic that makes them throw away their weapons, and so win glory for these citizens.  Defend the city and remain in possession of your home and throne</l><l n="320">in answer to our shrill, wailing prayers!
            </l></sp></div><milestone unit="card" n="321"/><div type="textpart" subtype="strophe" n="2"><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="321">It is a great cause for grief to hurl a primeval city to Hades in this way, quarry and slave of the spear, ravaged shamefully in the dusty ashes by an <placeName key="tgn,5001993">Argive</placeName> man through divine will.</l><l n="325">And grief, too, to let the women be led away captive—ah me!—young and old, dragged by the hair, like horses, with their cloaks torn off them.</l><l n="330">A city, emptied, shouts out as the human booty perishes with mingled cries.  A heavy fate, indeed, my fear anticipates.
            </l></sp></div><milestone unit="card" n="333"/><div type="textpart" subtype="antistrophe" n="2"><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="333">It is a lamentable thing that modest girls should be plucked unripe, before the customary rites, and should make</l><l n="335">a loathsome journey from their homes.  What? I declare that the dead will do better than the captives; for when a city is subdued—ah, ah!—many and miserable are its sufferings.</l><l n="340">Man drags off man, or kills, or sets fires; the whole city is defiled with smoke.  Mad Ares storms, subduing the people and polluting reverence.
            </l></sp></div><milestone unit="card" n="345"/><div type="textpart" subtype="strophe" n="3"><sp><speaker>Chorus</speaker><l n="345">Tumults swell through the town, and against it a towering net is advancing.  Man falls before man beneath the spear.  Sobs and wails over gore-covered babes, just nursed at their mothers’ breasts,</l><l n="350">resound.  Rape and pillage of those fleeing through the city are the deeds of one’s own blood.  Plunderer joins up with plunderer; the empty-handed calls to the empty-handed, wishing to have a partner,</l><l n="355">each greedy for neither less nor equal share.  Reason exists for imagining what will come after this.
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