What is it? Why has it this double potency? Messenger The people will make him king of the Isthmian land, as it was said there. Iocasta How then? Is the aged Polybus no longer in power? Messenger No. For death holds him in the tomb. Iocasta What do you mean? Is Polybus dead, old man? Messenger If I do not speak the truth, I am content to die. Iocasta Handmaid, away with all speed, and tell this to your master! Oracles of the gods, where do you stand now? It is this man that Oedipus long feared he would slay. And now this man has died in the course of destiny, not by his hand. Enter Oedipus. Oedipus Iocasta, dearest wife, why have you summoned me forth from these doors? Iocasta Hear this man, and judge, as you listen, what the awful oracles have come to. Oedipus Who is he and what news does he have for me? Iocasta He comes from Corinth to tell you that your father Polybus lives no longer, but has perished. Oedipus How, stranger? Let me have it from your own mouth. Messenger If I must first make these tidings plain, know indeed that he is dead and gone. Oedipus By treachery, or from illness? Messenger A light tilt of the scale brings the aged to their rest. Oedipus Ah, he died, it seems, of sickness? Messenger Yes, and of the long years that he had lived. Oedipus Alas, alas! Why indeed, my wife, should one look to the hearth of the Pythian seer, or to the birds that scream above our heads, who declared that I was doomed to slay my father? But he is dead, and lies beneath the earth, and here I am, not having put my hand to any spear—unless, perhaps, he died out of longing for me: thus, indeed, I would be the cause of his death. But as the oracles stand, at least, Polybus has swept them with him to his rest in Hades. They are worth nothing. Iocasta Did I not long ago foretell this to you? Oedipus You did, but I was mislead by my fear. Iocasta Now no longer take any of those things to heart. Oedipus But surely I must fear my mother’s bed. Iocasta What should a mortal man fear, for whom the decrees of Fortune are supreme, and who has clear foresight of nothing? It is best to live at random, as one may. But fear not that you will wed your mother. Many men before now have slept with their mothers in dreams. But he to whom these things are as though nothing bears his life most easily. Oedipus All these words of yours would have been well said, were my mother not alive. But as it is, since she lives, I must necessarily fear, though you do speak well. Iocasta Your father’s death is a great sign for us to take cheer.