Seven Against Thebes

Aeschylus

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

  1. O Zeus, what a breed you have made for us in women!
Chorus
  1. A breed steeped in misery, just like men whose city is captured.
Eteocles
  1. Why are your words ill-omened, when you still grasp the gods’ statues?
Chorus
  1. In my weakness fear controls my tongue.
Eteocles
  1. If only you would grant my plea for a small service.
Chorus
  1. Please state it as quickly as possible, and I will quickly know what to do.
Eteocles
  1. Be silent, wretched woman; do not terrify your own men.
Chorus
  1. I am silent. I will suffer what is destined together with the others.
Eteocles
  1. I welcome this sentiment of yours over what you said before.