[Enter Jocasta.]
Chorus: See where with hurried step Jocasta comes,
Beside herself and overcome with grief;1005
As when in maddened rage that Theban dame
Her son's head tore away and realized
What she had done. She wavers, longs to speak
To that afflicted one, and fears to speak.
Now shame at last has yielded to her grief,
And with a faltering tongue she speaks to him.
Jocasta: What shall I call thee? Son? Dost shun that name?