At length, when often summoned, Laius comes
In shame, and, skulking, flees the shadowy throng,620
And hides himself away; but still the seer,
With unrelenting purpose pressing on,
Repeats his strong compelling exorcisms,
Until he brings the ghost to open view.
I shudder as I tell it. There he stood,
A fearful sight, his body drenched with blood,
His matted locks o'erspread with horrid filth.625
And now, with raging tongue, the specter spoke: