Thy bared breast interpose. Then, mother, haste;405
Or stop the war, or be thou first to fall.
Jocasta: I go, I go, and 'twixt their swords will stand,
And there unto their points expose my life.
And he who shall his brother seek to slay
Must slay his mother first. At my command
The son whose heart is moved by piety
Will lay aside his arms; the impious son410
Must first make war on me. These fiery youths
Will I, although a woman, old, restrain.