He bears this double blazonry—a woman
Leading with sober pace an armed man
All bossed in gold, and thus the superscription,
“I, Justice, bring this injured exile back,
To claim his portion in his father’s hall.”
Such are the strange inventions of the foe.
Choose thou a man that’s fit to meet thy brother;
Nor blame thy servant: what he saw he says:
To helm the state through such rude storm be thine!
Eteocles.