ETEO. Never shalt thou behold these.
POL. O my sisters!
ETEO. Why callest thou on these—being their greatest enemy?
POL. My mother, but thou farewell.
JOC. Do I experience any thing that is well, my son?
POL. I am no longer thy child.
JOC. To many troubles was I born.
POL. For he throws insults on us.
ETEO. For I am insulted in turn.
POL. Where wilt thou stand before the towers?