"The two of us were robbed of our two brothers, both gone in a day, a double blow."

"My poor sister, if things have come to this, who am I to make or mend them, tell me what good am I to you."

"But the body of Polynices, who died miserably - why, a city-wide proclamation, rumor has it, forbids anyone to bury him, even mourn him."

"Will you lift up his body with these bare hands and lower it with me?"

"And he had driven against our borders, launched by the warring claims of Polynices - like an eagle screaming, winging havoc over the land..."

"Zeus hates with a vengeance all bravado, the mighty boasts of men."

"But now for victory! Glorious in the morning, joy in her eyes to meet our joy she is winging down to Thebes, our fleets of chariots wheeling in her wake - Now let us win oblivion from the wars..."

"Now then, since the two sons are dead... as I am next in kin to the dead, I now possess the throne and all its powers."

"But as for his blood brother, Polynices, who returned from exile, home to his father-city and the gods of his race, consumed with one desire - to burn them roof to roots - who thirsted to drink his kinsmen's blood and sell the rest to slavery: that man - a proclamation has forbidden the city to dignify him with burial, mourn him at all. No, he must be left unburied, his corpse carrioin for the birds and dogs to tear, an obscenity for the citizens to behold!"

"Come to the point! Whats wrong - why so afraid?"