I will; do not be troubled; but I thank you, mother.EteoclesGo forth from the land!PolyneicesI will go; but let me see my father.EteoclesYou will not have your wish.PolyneicesAt least then my maiden sisters.EteoclesYou will not ever see them either.PolyneicesAh, my sisters!EteoclesWhy do you, their bitterest enemy, call on them?PolyneicesTo you at least farewell, mother!JocastaIndeed I am faring well, my son!PolyneicesI am no longer your son.JocastaI was born to great sorrow.PolyneicesBecause my brother treats me outrageously.EteoclesI am treated just the same.PolyneicesWhere will you be stationed before the towers?EteoclesWhy do you ask me this?PolyneicesI will set myself against you for your death.