Swift Erinys beheld it, and slew by hands with a brother’s blood gory
His warrior sons. When died
Polyneikes, Thersander was left to win in a new war glory,
The Adrastids’ saviour and pride.
From him these trace their descent; and the son of a prince most meetly
With all praises of song triumphant and lyres outpealing sweetly
This day shall be magnified.