So is the loftiest power the most exposed

To hostile fate's assaults.

'Twas well conceived

That I should flee the kingdom of my sire,

Old Polybus, and from my fears be freed,

A homeless exile, dauntless, wandering.

Be heaven and all the gods my witnesses,

I chanced upon this realm. Yet even now

The dreadful fear remains that by my hand 15

My sire shall die. Thus spoke the Delphic god.