ÆG. Before I revisit my paternal hearth.
MED. Then as desiring what dost thou direct thy voyage to this land?
ÆG. There is one Pittheus, king of the country of Trazene.
MED. The most pious son, as report says, of Pelops.
ÆG. To him I wish to communicate the oracle of the God.
MED. For he is a wise man, and versed in such matters.
ÆG. And to me at least the dearest of all my friends in war.
MED. Mayest thou prosper, and obtain what thou desirest.
ÆG. But why is thine eye and thy color thus faded?
MED. Ægeus, my husband is the worst of all men.