And all too true the visions of the night,
My father's treasured store distributing.
Chor. Yield to us women, though thou lov'st us not.
Eteoc. Speak then what may be done, and be not long.
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Chor. Tread not the path that to the seventh gate leads.
Eteoc. Thou shall not blunt my sharpened edge with words.
Chor. And yet God loves the victory that submits.[[116]]
Eteoc. That word a warrior must not tolerate.
Chor. Dost thou then haste thy brother's blood to shed?