And yet around the precinct all in vain
I search, and fail to find
Where now his foot abides.
Œdip. I am the man; for by the voice I see,
As runs the adage.
Chor. Ah me! ah me! most dread to look upon, 140
Most dread to hear art thou.
Œdip. Do not, I pray you, deem me a transgressor.
Chor. Great Zeus, our shield, who may this old man be?
Œdip. Not one to highest place
Of fair good fortune born,
Ye rulers of the land.
This show I all too plain, or had not crept,
Trusting to others' eyes,
Nor, mighty once, had come to harbour here
With anchors poor and weak.
Antistroph. I.
Chor. Ah me! ah me! and wast thou born, alas!
With those poor, sightless eyes! 150
Worn out with many a woe,
And, as one well may guess,
Worn with age too; but for my part, at least,
Thou shalt not bring fresh curses on thyself;
Too far thou goest, too far.
But that thou rush not on
Through voiceless, grass-grown grove,
Where blends with rivulet of honeyed stream, 160
The cup of waters clear,
Of this beware, Ο man, weighed down with woe.
Bestir thyself, depart;
The distance hinders us.
