OEDIPUS.
Aid me, kind sirs; I will do all you bid.
CHORUS.
First make atonement to the deities,
Whose grove by trespass thou didst first profane.
OEDIPUS.
After what manner, stranger? Teach me, pray.
CHORUS.
Make a libation first of water fetched
With undefiled hands from living spring.
OEDIPUS.
And after I have gotten this pure draught?
CHORUS.
Bowls thou wilt find, the carver’s handiwork;
Crown thou the rims and both the handles crown—
OEDIPUS.
With olive shoots or blocks of wool, or how?
CHORUS.
With wool from fleece of yearling freshly shorn.
OEDIPUS.
What next? how must I end the ritual?
CHORUS.
Pour thy libation, turning to the dawn.