Before the sacred throne of Modesty,

In base things cowardly, in high virtue bold.

His race from those whom Ares spared he draws,[n25]

Born from the sown field of the dragon’s teeth,

His name Melanippus. Mars shall throw the dice

Bravely for him, and Justice call him brother,

While girt he goes from his loved Theban mother

To ward the Argive spear.

STROPHE I.
Chorus.

May the gods protect our champion!