The Curse must sway, my father’s burning curse.
The visions of the night were true, that showed me
His heritage twin-portioned by the sword.
Chorus.
We are but women: yet we pray thee hear us.
Eteocles.
Speak things that may be, and I’ll hear. Be brief.
Chorus.
Fight not before the seventh gate, we pray thee.
Eteocles.