Chorus
Alas ! and wert thou born
Thus sightless? Full of sorrow and of years
Indeed thou seemst ; but do not let on us
Thy curse devolve. Thou hast transgressed the bounds
Prescribed to mortals ; shun this hallowed grove,
AVliere on the grassy surface to the powere
A welcome ottering flows with honc^y mixed
The limpid stream ; unhappy stranger, lienco,
Away, begone ! Thou seest 'tis a long space
Divides us : dost thou hear me, wretched exile ?
This instiint, if thou dost, depart, then speak,
But not before.
Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.