Theseus: Thy boastful speech stirs not my heart at all to rage. Yet
get thee gone from my land, taking with thee the idle words thou broughtest;
for we are making no advance. (The Theban Herald withdraws.) 'Tis
time for all to start, each stout footman, and whoso mounts the car;
'tis time the bit, dripping with foam, should urge the charger on
toward the land of Cadmus. For I will march in person to the seven
gates thereof with the sharp sword in my hand, and be myself my herald.
But thee, Adrastus, I bid stay, nor blend with mine thy fortunes,
for I will take my own good star to lead my host, a chieftain famed
in famous deeds of arms. One thing alone I need, the favour of all
gods that reverence right, for the presence of these things insures
victory. For their valour availeth men naught, unless they have the
god's goodwill. (Theseus and his retinue depart. The following lines
between the Semi-Choruses are chanted responsively.)
First Semi-Chorus: Unhappy mothers of those hapless chiefs! How wildly
in my heart pale fear stirs up alarm!
Second Semi-Chorus: What is this new cry thou utterest?
First Semi-Chorus: I fear the issue of the strife, whereto the hosts
of Pallas march.