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Break what break will! My mind abideth strong

To know the roots, how low soe’er they be,

Which grew to Oedipus. This woman, she

Is proud, methinks, and fears my birth and name

Will mar her nobleness. But I, no shame

Can ever touch me. I am Fortune’s child,

Not man’s; her mother face hath ever smiled

Above me, and my brethren of the sky,

The changing Moons, have changed me low and high.

There is my lineage true, which none shall wrest

From me; who then am I to fear this quest?

[They sing of as the foundling of their own Theban mountain, Kithairon, and doubtless of divine birth.

If I, O Kithairon, some vision can borrow

From seercraft, if still there is wit in the old,

Long, long, through the deep-orbèd Moon of the morrow—

So hear me, Olympus!—thy tale shall be told.

O mountain of Thebes, a new Theban shall praise thee,

One born of thy bosom, one nursed at thy springs;

And the old men shall dance to thy glory, and raise thee

To worship, O bearer of joy to my kings.

And thou, we pray,

Look down in peace, O Apollo; I-ê, I-ê!