Assist, if Edipus deserve thy care! If you received me from Jocasta's womb, 90 To Cyrrha's temple, on that fatal day, 95 For hell and thee begot an impious brood, 100 Oh hear and aid the vengeance I require, 105 And sleeps thy thunder in the realms above? 110 Thou Fury, then some lasting curse entail, Which o'er their children's children shall pre vail : Place on their heads that crown distained with gore, Which these dire hands from my slain father tore; Go, and a parent's heavy curses bear; C 115 Give them to dare, what I might wish to see, Blind as I am, some glorious villainy! Soon shalt thou find, if thou but arm their hands, 120 Their ready guilt preventing thy commands: Couldst thou some great, proportioned mischief frame, They'd prove the father from whose loins they came." The Fury heard, while on Cocytus' brink Her snakes, untied, sulphureous waters drink; But at the summons rolled her eyes around, 126 And snatched the starting serpents from the ground. Not half so swiftly shoots along in air, 130 And dark dominions of the silent night; Now from beneath Malea's airy height 140 Aloft she sprung, and steered to Thebes her flight; With eager speed the well-known journey took, When labouring with strong charms, she shoots from high A fiery gleam, and reddens all the sky. Blood stained her cheeks, and from her mouth there came 150 Blue steaming poisons, and a length of flame. A robe obscene was o'er her shoulders thrown, 166 And o'er the Theban palace spreads her wings, Once more invades the guilty dome, and shrouds 171 Its bright pavilions in a veil of clouds. And impotent desire to reign alone, 180 That scorns the dull reversion of a throne; Each would the sweets of sovereign rule devour, While Discord waits upon divided power. As stubborn steers by brawny ploughmen broke, And joined reluctant to the galling yoke, 185 Alike disdain with servile necks to bear The unwonted weight, or drag the crooked share, 190 But rend the reins, and bound a different way, 195 199 Yet then, no proud aspiring piles were raised, No fretted roofs with polished metals blazed; No laboured columns in long order placed, No Grecian stone the pompous arches graced; No nightly bands in glittering armour wait Before the sleepless tyrant's guarded gate; 205 No chargers then were wrought in burnished gold, Nor silver vases took the forming mould; Nor gems on bowls embossed were seen to shine, Blaze on the brims, and sparkle in the wine. Say, wretched rivals! what provokes your rage? 210 Say, to what end your impious arms engage? Not all bright Phoebus views in early morn, Were all those realms the guilty victor's prize! What joys, oh, tyrant! swelled thy soul that day, 220 When all were slaves thou couldst around survey, Pleased to behold unbounded power thy own, state, 224 And sure the monarch whom they have, to hate; 231 New lords they madly make, then tamely bear, And softly curse the tyrants whom they fear. And one of those who groan beneath the sway Of kings imposed, and grudgingly obey, (Whom envy to the great, and vulgar spite, With scandal armed, the ignoble mind's delight), Exclaimed-"O Thebes! for thee what fates remain, What woes attend this inauspicious reign? 235 Must we, alas! our doubtful necks prepare, Each haughty master's yoke by turns to bear, And still to change whom changed we still must fear? These now control a wretched people's fate, 239 These can divide, and these reverse the state: |