Do your wits wander? Are you mad? Alas!
So was Alcmeon, whilst the world ador’d
His father as their God. Your eyes are dim;
What then? The eyes of Œdipus were dark,
Totally dark. You mourn a son; he’s dead;
Turn to the tale of Niobe for comfort,
And match your loss with hers. You’re lame of foot;
Compare it with the foot of Philoctetes,
And make no more complaint. But you are old,
Old and unfortunate; consult Oëneus;