TUT. For Polynices hath not come tamely to this land, raging with host of horsemen, and ten thousand shields.
ANT. Are the gates fastened with bars, and is the brazen bolt fitted to the stone-work of Amphion's wall?
TUT. Take courage; as to the interior the city is safe, But view the first chief, if thou desirest to know.
ANT. Who is he with the white-plumed helmet, who commands in the van of the army, moving lightly round on his arm his brazen shield?
TUT. He is a leader, lady.
ANT. Who is he? From whom sprung? Speak, aged man, what is he called by name?
TUT. He indeed is called by birth a Mycenæan, and he dwells at the streams of Lerna,[[9]] the king Hippomedon.
ANT. Ah! how haughty, how terrible to behold! like to an earth-born giant, starlike in countenance amidst his painted devices,[[10]] he corresponds not with the race of mortals.
TUT. Dost thou not see him now passing the stream of Dirce, a general?
ANT. Here is another, another fashion of arms. But who is he?