Tiresias
(Edipus, I go.
But first inform me, for I fear thee not,
Wherefore I came. Know then, I came to tell thee,
The man thou seekst, the man on whom thou pouredst
Thy execrations, e'en the murderer
Of Laius, now is here — a seeming stranger
And yet a Theban. He shall suffer soon
For all his crimes ; from light and affluence driven
To penury and darkness, poor and blind.
Propped on his staff, and from his native land
Expelled, I see him in a foreign clime
A helpless wanderer ; to his sons at once
A father and a brother ; child and husband
Of her from whom he sprang. Adulterous,
Incestuous parricide, now fare thee well !
Go, learn the truth, and if it be not so.
Say I have ne'er deserved the name of prophet.
When will the guilty wretch appear.
Whom Delphi's sacred oracle demands ;
Author of crimes too black for mortal ear,
Dipping in royal blood his sacrilegious hands'?
Swift as the storm by rapid whirlwinds driven ;
Quick let him fly th' impending wrath of Heaven ;
For lo ! the angry son of Jove,
Armed with red lightnings from above.
Pursues the murderer with immortal hate,
And round him spreads the snares of unrelenting fate.
From steep Parnassus' rocky cave,
Covered with snow, came forth tlie di-ead command ;
Apollo thence his sacred mandate gave,
To search the man of blood through every land :
Silent and sad, the weary wanderer roves
O'er pathless rocks and solitary groves,
Hoping to 'scape the wrath divine.
Denounced from great Apollo's shrine ;
Vain hopes to 'scape the fate by Heaven decreed.
For vengeance hovers still o'er his devoted head.
Oedipus Tyrannus. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.