Our towers stand firm. Six of the seven gates
Show all things prosperous; the seventh Phœbus
Chose for his own (for still in four and three
The god delights),[n42] he led the seventh pair,
Crowning the doom of evil-counselled Laius.
Chorus.
What sayst thou? What new ills to ancient Thebes?
Messenger.
Two men are dead—by mutual slaughter slain.
Chorus.