ETEO. Thou art insolent, having trusted in the truce, which preserves you from death.
POL. A second time again I demand of you the sceptre and my share of the land.
ETEO. I will admit no demand, for I will regulate my own family.
POL. Holding more than your share?
ETEO. I own it; but quit this land.
POL. O ye altars of my paternal Gods.
ETEO. Which thou art come to destroy?
POL. Do ye hear me?
ETEO. Who will hear thee, who art marching against thy country?
POL. And ye shrines of the Gods[[27]] delighting in the milk-white steeds;