Old Servant.
Hither with joy to fill thee shall he come170
By truce.
Antigone.
But yon chief, ancient, who is he,
Car-borne, who sways the reins of horses white?
Old Servant.
The prophet Amphiaraus, Lady, is this.
With him are victims, Earth's blood-offerings.
Antigone.
O Daughter of Leto the Queen of the radiant zone,[1]
O Moon, thou golden-rounded gleam,
How calmly, how soberly ever he driveth on,
One after other goading his team!
And where is Kapaneus—he who hurls at Thebes180
Outrage of threats?
Old Servant.
There:—he counts up and down
The wall-stones, gauging our towers' scaling-height.
Antigone.
O Nemesis, O ye thunders rolling deep
Of Zeus, thou flaming light of his levin,
Overweening vaunts dost thou hush into endless sleep!
And is this the hero by whom shall be given
- ↑ According to MS. reading, "O Child of the Sun-god, the Lord of the radiant zone."
