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EURIPIDES.
Polyneikes.
Father, hear'st thou what I suffer?
Eteokles.
Nay, thy doings heareth he.
Polyneikes.
And thou, mother?
Eteokles.
That thou name our mother, sacrilege it were.
Polyneikes.
O my city!
Eteokles.
Hence to Argos: call on Lerna's water there.
Polyneikes.
Fret thee not—I go. I thank thee, mother.
Eteokles.
Forth the city! Go!
Polyneikes.
Forth I go: yet on my father let me look!
Eteokles.
Thou see him! No!615
Polyneikes.
Nay then, but my maiden sisters.
