Each rude tide hath learnt to stem;
Who shall charge us with offending,
When we make our vows to them?
Eteocles.
Your vows I grudge not, nor would stint your prayers;
But this I say, blow not your fears about,
Nor taint the general heart with apprehension.
ANTISTROPHE III.
Chorus.
Startled by the blare of battle,
Hearing clash of combat fell,