Seven Against Thebes

Aeschylus

Aeschylus, Volume 1. Smyth, Herbert Weir, translator. London; New York: William Heinemann; G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1922.

  1. The city groans from deep in the earth, as though we are surrounded.
Eteocles
  1. Surely it is enough that I am making plans for this?
Chorus
  1. I am terrified—the crashing at the gates is increasing.
Eteocles
  1. Won’t you be silent, and speak none of this throughout the city?
Chorus
  1. Divine company, do not betray our fortifications!
Eteocles
  1. Damn you! Will you not endure these events in silence?
Chorus
  1. Gods of our city! Do not let my fate be slavery!
Eteocles
  1. You would enslave both me and all the city.
Chorus
  1. Almighty Zeus, turn your missile against the enemy!