. . .> Strophe II Chor. Ah! never in my life May all this goodly company of Gods Depart; nor may I see This city scene of rushings to and fro,210 *And hostile army burning it with fire! Eteoc. Nay, call not on the Gods with counsel base; Obedience is the mother of success, Child strong to save. 'Tis thus the saying runs. 77Antistrophe II Chor. True is it; but the Gods Have yet a mightier power, and oftentimes, In pressure of sore ill, It raises one perplexed from direst woe, When dark clouds gather thickly o'er his eyes. Eteoc. 'Tis work of men to offer sacrifice And victims to the Gods, when foes press hard;220 Thine to be dumb and keep within the house. Strophe III . . . Read More