The curse of Œdipus,
Laying his children low.
This Strife doth urge them on.
Antistrophe I
And now a stranger doth divide the lots,
The Chalyb,[[117]] from the Skythians emigrant,
The stern distributor of heaped-up wealth,
The iron that hath assigned them just so much
Of land as theirs, no more,
As may suffice for them