My children, latest born to Cadmus old,
Why sit ye here as suppliants, in your hands
Branches of olive filleted with wool?
What means this reek of incense everywhere,
And everywhere laments and litanies?
Children, it were not meet that I should learn
From others, and am hither come, myself,
I Oedipus, your world-renowned king.
Ho! aged sire, whose venerable locks
Proclaim thee spokesman of this company,
Explain your mood and purport. Is it dread
Of ill that moves you or a boon ye crave?
My zeal in your behalf ye cannot doubt;
Ruthless indeed were I and obdurate
If such petitioners as you I spurned.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● Pagini 147 ● ISBN 9783749437443 ● Mărime fișier 0.4 MB ● Editura Books on Demand ● Publicat 2019 ● Ediție 1 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 7421257 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social