Jocasta Monologue from Oedipus King of Thebes Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes

From Oedipus King of Thebes Translated into English Rhyming Verse with Explanatory Notes by Sophocles

female · anguished · 1:21 min

Lords of the land, the ways my thought hath trod Lead me in worship to these shrines of God With flowers and incense flame. So dire a storm Doth shake the King, sin, dread and every form Of grief the world knows. 'Tis the wise man's way To judge the morrow by the yester day; (Sidenote: vv. 917-933) Which he doth never, but gives eye and ear To all who speak, will they but speak of fear. And seeing no word of mine hath power to heal His torment, therefore forth to thee I steal, O Slayer of the Wolf, O Lord of Light, Apollo: thou art near us, and of right Dost hold us thine: to thee in prayer I fall. [ (She kneels at the altar of Apollo Lukeios.) Oh, show us still some path that is not all Unclean; for now our captain's eyes are dim With dread, and the whole ship must follow him. [ While she prays a STRANGER has entered and begins to accost the Chorus.

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