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    The Seven Against Thebes
    The Seven Against Thebes
    The Seven Against Thebes
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    The Seven Against Thebes

    By Aeschylus

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    Aeschylus was an ancient Greek tragedian who is often considered to be the father of tragedy.  Aeschylus was one of only three ancient tragedians whose plays have survived.  This edition of The Seven Against Thebes includes a table of contents.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCharles River Editors
    Release dateMar 22, 2018
    ISBN9781531284329
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    Aeschylus

    Aeschylus (c.525-455 B.C) was an ancient Greek playwright and solider. Scholars’ knowledge of the tragedy genre begins with Aeschylus’ work, and because of this, he is dubbed the “father of tragedy”. Aeschylus claimed his inspiration to become a writer stemmed from a dream he had in which the god Dionysus encouraged him to write a play. While it is estimated that he wrote just under one hundred plays, only seven of Aeschylus’ work was able to be recovered.

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      The Seven Against Thebes - Aeschylus

      THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES

      ..................

      Aeschylus

      KYPROS PRESS

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      Copyright © 2016 by Aeschylus

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Seven Against Thebes

      Characters in the play

      SCENE: Within the Citadel of Thebes. There is an altar with the statues of several gods visible.

      THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES

      ..................

      Translated by E.D.A. Morshead

      CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY

      ETEOCLES, son of Oedipus, King of Thebes

      A SPY

      CHORUS OF THEBAN WOMEN

      ANTIGONE

      ISMENE

      sisters of ETEOCLES

      A HERALD

      The Seven Against Thebes

      SCENE: WITHIN THE CITADEL OF THEBES. THERE IS AN ALTAR WITH THE STATUES OF SEVERAL GODS VISIBLE.

      (A crowd of citizens are present as ETEOCLES enters with his attendants.)

      Eteocles

      Clansmen of Cadmus, at the signal given

      By time and season must the ruler speak

      Who sets the course and steers the ship of State

      With hand upon the tiller, and with eye

      Watchful against the treachery of sleep.

      For if all go aright, thank Heaven, men say,

      But if adversely — which may God forefend! —

      One name on many lips, from street to street,

      Would bear the bruit and rumour of the time,

      Down with Eteocles! — a clamorous curse,

      A dirge of ruin. May averting Zeus

      Make good his title here, in Cadmus’ hold!

      You it beseems now — boys unripened yet

      To lusty manhood, men gone past the prime

      And increase of the full begetting seed,

      And those whom youth and manhood well combined

      Array for action — all to rise in aid

      Of city, shrines, and altars of all powers

      Who guard our land; that ne’er, to end of time,

      Be blotted out the sacred service due

      To our sweet mother-land and to her brood.

      For she it was who to their guest — right called

      Your waxing youth, was patient of the toil,

      And cherished you on the land’s gracious lap,

      Alike to plant the hearth and bear the shield

      In loyal service, for an hour like this.

      Mark now! until to-day, luck rules our scale;

      For we, though long beleaguered, in the main

      Have with our sallies struck the foemen hard.

      But now the seer, the feeder of the birds

      (Whose art unerring and prophetic skill

      Of ear and mind divines their utterance

      Without the lore of fire interpreted)

      Foretelleth, by the mastery of his art,

      That now an onset of Achaea’s

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