COR. SH. No. Death confines him in a kingly grave.
JO. Hold there! How say you? Polybus in his grave?
COR. SH. May I die for him if I speak not true!
JO. (To an attendant.)
Run thou, and tell this quickly to my lord!
Voices of prophecy, where are ye now?
Long time hath Oedipus, a homeless man,
Trembled with fear of slaying Polybus.
Who now lies slain by Fortune, not by him.
Enter OEDIPUS.
OED. Jocasta, my dear queen, why didst thou send
To bring me hither from our palace-hall?
JO. Hear that man’s tale, and then consider well
The end of yonder dreadful prophecy.
OED. Who is the man, and what his errand here?
JO. He comes from Corinth, to make known to thee
That Polybus, thy father, is no more.
OED. How, stranger? Let me learn it from thy mouth.