Jocasta: So now I ask what first I wish to know.
What is it to lose your country - a great suffering?
Polyneices: The greatest, even worse than people say.
Jocasta: What is its nature? What so hard on exiles?
Polyneices: One thing is worst, a man cannot speak out.
Jocasta: But this is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
Polyneices: One must endure the unwisdom of one's masters.
Jocasta: This is also painful, to join with fools in folly.
Polyneices: One must be a slave, for gain, against one's nature.
Jocasta: The saying is that exiles feed on hopes.
Polyneices: Lovely to look at, but the do delay.
Jocasta: And doesn't time make clear that they are empty?
Polyneices: The have their charm in troubles.
Jocasta: How were you fed before your marriage fed you?
Polyneices: Sometimes I'd have a day's worth, sometimes not.
Jocasta: Your father's foreign friends, were they no help?
Polyneices: Hope to be rich! If you are not - no friends.
Jocasta: Your high birth brought you to no lordly height.
Polyneices: Want's the bad thing. My breeding did not feed me.
Jocasta: It seems one's country is the dearest thing.
Polyneices: You couldn't say in words how dear it is.
What is it to lose your country - a great suffering?
Polyneices: The greatest, even worse than people say.
Jocasta: What is its nature? What so hard on exiles?
Polyneices: One thing is worst, a man cannot speak out.
Jocasta: But this is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
Polyneices: One must endure the unwisdom of one's masters.
Jocasta: This is also painful, to join with fools in folly.
Polyneices: One must be a slave, for gain, against one's nature.
Jocasta: The saying is that exiles feed on hopes.
Polyneices: Lovely to look at, but the do delay.
Jocasta: And doesn't time make clear that they are empty?
Polyneices: The have their charm in troubles.
Jocasta: How were you fed before your marriage fed you?
Polyneices: Sometimes I'd have a day's worth, sometimes not.
Jocasta: Your father's foreign friends, were they no help?
Polyneices: Hope to be rich! If you are not - no friends.
Jocasta: Your high birth brought you to no lordly height.
Polyneices: Want's the bad thing. My breeding did not feed me.
Jocasta: It seems one's country is the dearest thing.
Polyneices: You couldn't say in words how dear it is.
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