Cr. My gracious lord, before thy prosperous reign,
King Laius was the leader of our land.
Oed. Though I ne’er saw him, I have heard, and know.
Cr. Phoebus commands us now to punish home,
Whoe’er they are, the authors of his death.
Oed. But they, where are they? Where shall now be read
The fading record of this ancient guilt?
Cr. He saith, ’tis in this land. And what is sought
Is found, while things uncared for glide away.
Oed. But where did Laius meet this violent end?
At home, afield, or on some foreign soil?
Cr. He had left us, as he said, to visit Delphi;
But nevermore returned since he set forth.
Oed. And was there none, no fellow-traveller,
To see, and tell the tale, and help our search?
Cr. No, they were slain; save one, who, flying in fear,
Had nought to tell us but one only thing.
Oed. What was that thing? A little door of hope,
Once opened, may discover much to view.
Cr. A random troop of robbers, meeting him,
Outnumbered and o’erpowered him. So ’twas told.
Oed. What robber would have ventured such a deed,
If unsolicited with bribes from hence?
Cr. We thought of that. But Laius being dead,
We found no helper in our miseries.
Oed. When majesty was fallen, what misery
Could hinder you from searching out the truth?
Cr. A present trouble had engrossed our care.
The riddling Sphinx compelled us to observe
The moment’s grief, neglecting things unknown.
Oed. But I will track this evil to the spring
And clear it to the day. Most worthily
Doth great Apollo, worthily dost thou
Prompt this new care for the unthought-of dead.
And me too ye shall find a just ally,
Succouring the cause of Phoebus and the land.
Since, in dispelling this dark cloud, I serve
