OED. Where was the scene of this unhappy blow?
JO. Phocis the land is named. The parted ways
Meet in one point from Dauha and from Delphi.
OED. And since the event how much of time hath flown?
JO. ’Twas just ere you appeared with prospering speed
And took the kingdom, that the tidings came.
OED. What are thy purposes against me, Zeus?
JO. Why broods thy mind upon such thoughts, my king?
OED. Nay, ask me not! But tell me first what height
Had Laius, and what grace of manly prime?
JO. Tall, with dark locks just sprinkled o’er with grey:
In shape and bearing much resembling thee.
OED. O heavy fate! How all unknowingly
I laid that dreadful curse on my own head!
JO. How?
I tremble as I gaze on thee, my king!