Regina, Saskatchewan; Canada
How Tydeus on that night selfsame
Likewise through stormy weather came
And found the shelter furthermore
That Polynices found before.
Beneath one roof to lodge them both
The heroes in their hearts were loth.
After few words and threats outright
They had a sore and bitter fight.
But lo! relinquishing anon
By fatal cause, old Calydon,
For brotherblood, for horror steers,
And drives him forth with guilty fears,
Th'Olenian one, that Tydeus hight,
Beneath the sleepy depth of night
Treading upon a selfsame path
Through selfsame winds' and showers' wrath
With rime upon his ridge to bear,
Berained by storm his face and hair,
In the ilk shelter now ingoes
Wherein the other held repose,
That earlier comer come before
That stretched out on the frigid floor.
Then here by fortune it became
Grippen were both with bloody grame:
Not tholing other either wight
Neath fellowed rooves to fend off night.
Now alternating words they say
And with their threats a while delay,
Until their sermons well were thrown
And ire thereof enough was known,
Soon shoulders bare, and now upright,
They dare there have a naked fight.
Now Polynices steps more steep
Longer his limbs not low to creep,
And in his eld, as it appears,
Tender and integer of years.
But Tydeus nothing less to find
Well bears himself with might and mind
And through his limbs and body small
A greater virtue reigns o'er all.
Now thickened blows they thicken more
On faces and on temples sore,
Like Riphaean hailstones, or as darts,
And kneeling knock the nether parts.
Not otherwise, as years shall run,
To Pisaean Jove the thund'ring one
The festive lustrum comes again,
Where dust grows hot with sweat of men:
Hence is the gathering's uproar heard,
Whereby the younglings well are stirred,
And mothers, though excluded there,
Expect the prize they wish to bear.
In likewise both hot hate conveys
Inflamed to fight, but not for praise.
Fingerteeth deeply scrutinize
Peircing the face and turning eyes.
Perhaps, for ire, such was it led,
Soon both their swords had nakeded,
Girt at their sides, and better too
By hostile arms to be run through
And by your brother mourned, in truth,
Hadst thou then lain, O Theban youth,
If not the king in muchel wonder
At wontless clamour up and under
From heavy breasts each strident groan,
Through darkness, steered his steps anon,
In whom the sober oldhood prest
In such deteriorated rest.
Whenas he went, straight as a line,
With numerous torches shedding shine,
Having done off the locks as then,
On the front threshold, sees the men,
A sorry sight to say, a dread,
Faces totorn and cheeks bebled:
"What is the cause of such a rage
Ye foreign comers young of age?
No citizen of mine would dare
Such harshness at his hands to bear.
Whence this implacable delight
By which the tranquil still of night
Ye break with harsh resounding hate?
Is day too small, and it such grief
To suffer but a while's relief
Of peace and sleep in mind to come?
But tell, whence are ye sprungen from
Witherwards do ye bear your way,
And what your quarrel be, do say.
Not low nor humble may ye be
Such anger shows that openly,
For e'en through bloodshed, clarified
Great signs bespeak a race of pride."