And vigorous nature breaks through opposition.
How fares my royal friend?
Œd. The worse for you.
O barbarous men, and oh! the hated light,
What did you force me back to curse the day,
To curse my friends, to blast with this dark breath
The yet untainted earth and circling air?
To raise new plagues and call new vengeance down,
Why did you tempt the gods, and dare to touch me?
Methinks there's not a hand that grasps thy hell,