Seven Against Thebes

Aeschylus

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

  1. But you cannot speak of any glory for happenings that are at once evil and held in dishonor.
Chorus
  1. For what are you so eager, child? Do not let mad lust for battle fill your soul and carry you away. Reject this evil passion while it is still young.
Eteocles
  1. Since God hastens the deed so urgently,
  2. let the whole race of Laius, hated by Phoebus, be swept on the wind to Cocytus’ destined flood!
Chorus
  1. A savage desire eats away at you, drives you to murder, blood-sacrifice proscribed by divine law, whose only fruit is bitterness.
Eteocles
  1. True, my own beloved father’s hateful, ruinous curse hovers before my dry, unweeping eyes, and informs me of benefit preceding subsequent death.[*](Literally gain coming before death that comes later. The curse whispers slay him, then be slain yourself.)
Chorus
  1. No, do not let yourself be driven to it. You will not be called a coward if you retain life nobly. Will not the avenging Erinys in her dark aegis
  2. leave your house, when the gods receive sacrifice from your hands?
Eteocles
  1. The gods, it seems, have already banished us from their care, yet they admire the grace we offer them when we perish. So then, why should we cringe and shy away from deadly fate?
Chorus
  1. It is only at this moment that death stands close by you, for the divine spirit may change its purpose even after a long time and come on a gentler wind. But now it still seethes.
Eteocles
  1. Yes, the curses of Oedipus have made it seethe in fury.
  2. Too true were the phantoms in my sleeping visions, predicting the division of our father’s wealth!
Chorus
  1. Obey us women, although you do not like to.
Eteocles
  1. Recommend something that can be accomplished; your request need not be lengthy.
Chorus
  1. Do not yourself take the road to the seventh gate!
Eteocles
  1. Let me assure you, you will not blunt my sharpened purpose with words.
Chorus
  1. And yet any victory, even a cowardly one, is nonetheless held in honor by God.
Eteocles
  1. A soldier must not embrace that maxim.
Chorus
  1. But are you willing to harvest the blood of your own brother?
Eteocles
  1. When it is the gods who give you evils, you cannot flee them. Exit.