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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg004.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="episode"><sp><l n="370">is bringing some fresh news of the army to us, my friends, since the joints of his legs are hastily speeding as they carry him on his mission.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>LEADER OF THE SECOND HALF-CHORUS</speaker><l n="372">And, indeed, here is our lord himself, the son of Oedipus, at the right moment to hear the messenger’s report.  Haste makes his stride uneven, too.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Scout</speaker><l n="375">It is with certain knowledge that I will give my account of the enemy’s actions, how each man according to lot has been posted at the gates.  Tydeus is already storming opposite the Proetid gates; but the seer will not allow him to ford the Ismenus because the omens from the sacrifices are not favorable.</l><l n="380">Yet Tydeus, raging and eager for battle, shouts like a serpent hissing at high noon, and lashes skilled Oecles’ son, with the taunt that he cringes in cowardice before death and battle.  With such cries he shakes three overshadowing plumes,</l></sp></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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