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THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES
Eteocles
Now, if ye hear the bruit of death or wounds,
Give not yourselves o'ermuch to shriek and scream,
For Ares ravins upon human flesh.
Chorus
Ah, but the snorting of the steeds I hear!
Eteocles
Then, if thou hearest, hear them not too well!
Chorus
Hark, the earth rumbles, as they close us round!
Eteocles
Enough if I am here, with plans prepared.
Chorus
Alack, the battering at the gates is loud!
Eteocles
Peace! stay your tongue, or else the town may hear.
Chorus
O warders of the walls, betray them not!
Eteocles
Beshrew your cries! in silence face your fate.
