By petty war’s detail. Not born an Argive,
In Argos nursed, he now her love repays,
By fighting ’gainst her foes. His threats—the god
Grant they be only threats!
Eteocles.
Did they receive
What punishment their impious vaunts deserve,
Ruin with one wide swoop should swamp them all.
This braggart stripling, fresh from Arcady,
The brother of Hyperbius shall confront,