For help, and a great lightening of ill.
Thereof I come to speak, a stranger still
To all this tale, a stranger to the deed:
(Else, save that I were clueless, little need
Had I to cast my net so wide and far:)
Howbeit, I, being now as all ye are,
A Theban, to all Thebans high and low
Do make proclaim: if any here doth know
By what man’s hand died Laïus, your King,
Labdacus’ son, I charge him that he bring
To me his knowledge. Let him feel no fear
If on a townsman’s body he must clear
Our guilt: the man shall suffer no great ill,
But pass from Thebes, and live where else he will.
[No answer.
Is it some alien from an alien shore
Ye know to have done the deed, screen him no more!
Good guerdon waits you now and a King’s love
Hereafter.
Hah! If still ye will not move
But, fearing for yourselves or some near friend,
Reject my charge, then hearken to what end
Ye drive me.—If in this place men there be
Who know and speak not, lo, I make decree
That, while in Thebes I bear the diadem,
No man shall greet, no man shall shelter them,
Nor give them water in their thirst, nor share
In sacrifice nor shrift nor dying prayer,
But thrust them from our doors, the thing they hide
Being this land’s curse. Thus hath the God replied
This day to me from Delphi, and my sword
I draw thus for the dead and for God’s word.
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