Eteocles is King of Thebes and son of Oedipus (he of the infamous complex). A messenger arrives with news that an army prepares to attack Thebes. Seven of the invaders’ champions have been assigned to storm each of seven gates into the city. Eteocles must decide which of his mighty men to post at each gate to repel the onslaught.
The chorus in this play is comprised of a group of Theban women whom Eteocles considers to be more or less hysterical. He chides them for their carrying on, since it may cause others to lose courage. They, of course, don’t see things that way. They believe they are offering legitimate prayers to the gods. Chauvinist that he is, he eventually tells them, “These be men’s matters…your business is submiss silence, and to bide within.”
After some interaction between Eteocles and the chorus, he gets around to deciding which soldier to post at each gate. He is especially grieved that one of the gates is to be attacked by a man for whom he has great respect. He bemoans that, “’Tis unhappy chance that couples oft the just with many wicked!” When he finds that Polyneices will attack the last of the gates, he decides to confront him himself. The chorus protests that Polyneices and Eteocles are brothers….both sons of Oedipus. It is not fitting for brothers to be fighting each other to the death.
Eteocles and Polyneices end up killing each other. Both of their bodies are brought into the city. As their sisters, Antigone and Ismene, grieve, a herald arrives and announces that the Governors have declared that while Eteocles is to be buried with pomp, Polyneices’ body is to be thrown to the dogs. Antigone is prepared to defy this order and carries off the body of Polyneices. Antigone is not into submissive silence. Ismene leaves with the body of Eteocles. The chorus of women splits, some going with Antigone and others with Ismene.
In addition to the tension between men and women in the play, a strong current running throughout is that the sins of the fathers are visited on their children. Many references are made to the wrong-doing of Oedipus, who killed his father and married his mother. Now the sons of this union are both dead. “O curse of Oedipus! O malison dark…unrelenting…damning all his line!”
My husband once told me that as a young man, he avoided some temptations by thinking that he couldn’t bear the idea that wrong-doing on his part might harm his future children. The world would be a better place if more young men and women gave that notion some consideration.
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