Jocasta (cont.)
Together, gave it to be cast away
By others on the trackless mountain side.
So then Apollo brought it not to pass
The child should be his father’s murderer,
Or the dread terror find accomplishment,
And Laius be slain by his own son.
Such was the prophet’s horoscope. O king,
Regard it not. Whate’er the god deems fit
To search, himself unaided will reveal.
Oedipus
What memories, what wild tumult of the soul
Came o’er me, lady, as I heard thee speak!
Jocasta
What mean’st thou? What has shocked and startled thee?
Oedipus
Methought I heard thee say that Laius
Was murdered at the meeting of three roads.