The Tragedies of Seneca / Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index

by Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Phorbas: On fair Cithaeron's sunny slopes my flocks845

Have ever found the greenest pasturage.

Old Man: Dost thou know me?

Phorbas: But dim and indistinct

My memory.

Oedipus: Didst thou at any time

An infant boy deliver to this man?

[Phorbas falters and turns pale.]

Come then, speak out! why dost thou hesitate?

And why does pallor overspread thy cheeks?