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Dear hapless dead sons of a hapless sire!

Ah Polyneikes, name most dear to me!

Now, child, doth Loxias' oracle come to pass,—

What? Wilt thou tell new ills beside the old?

That I, a wanderer, should in Athens die.

Where? What Athenian burg shall harbour thee?

Hallowed Colonus, Chariot-father's home.

On then: to this thy blind sire minister,

Since thou art fixed to share my banishment.

To woeful exile pass away.

Stretch forth, O father hoary-grey,

Thy dear hand: grasp me. Thee I lead,

As breeze wafts on the galley's speed.