Translated by F. Storr. From the Loeb Library Edition, Originally published by Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA and William Heinemann Ltd, London. First published in 1912.
Oedipus:
Fetch him at once. I fain would see the man.
Jocasta:
He shall be brought; but wherefore summon him?
Oedipus:
Lady, I fear my tongue has overrun
Discretion; therefore I would question him.
Jocasta:
Well, he shall come, but may not I too claim
To share the burden of thy heart, my king?
Oedipus:
And thou shalt not be frustrate of thy wish.
Now my imaginings have gone so far.
Who has a higher claim that thou to hear
My tale of dire adventures? Listen then.
My sire was Polybus of Corinth, and
My mother Merope, a Dorian;
And I was held the foremost citizen,
Till a strange thing befell me, strange indeed,
Yet scarce deserving all the heat it stirred.
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