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Tifiphone, that oft hast heard my pray's,
Affift, if Oedipus deserve thy care!


you receiv'd me from Jocafta's womb,


And nurs'd the hope of mischiefs yet to come: If leaving Polybus, I took my way

To Cyrrha's temple, on that fatal day,


When by the fon the trembling father dy'd,

Where the three roads the Phocian fields divide:

If I the Sphynx's riddles durft explain,


Taught by thyself to win the promis'd reign;
If wretched I, by baleful Furies led,
With monftrous mixture ftain'd my mother's bed,
For hell and thee begot an impious brood,
And with full luft those horrid joys renew'd
Then felf-condemn'd to shades of endless night,
Forc'd from these orbs the bleeding balls of fight;
Oh hear, and aid the vengeance I require,
If worthy thee, and what thou might'st inspire!
My fons their old, unhappy fire despise,
Spoil'd of his kingdom, and depriv'd of eyes;
Guidelefs I wander, unregarded mourn,
While these exalt their fceptres o'er my urn;
These fons, ye Gods! who with flagitious pride,
Infult my darkness, and my groans deride



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Hifne etiam funeftus ego? et videt ista deorum
Ignavus genitor? tu faltem debita vindex
Huc ades, et totos in poenam ordire nepotes.
Indue quod madidum tabo diadema cruentis
Unguibus arripui, votifque instincta paternis
I media in fratres, generis confortia ferro 115
Diffiliant: da Tartarei regina barathri

Quod cupiam vidiffe nefas. nec tarda fequetur

Mens juvenum; modo digna veni, mea pignora nofces.

Talia jactanti crudelis Diva feveros

Advertit vultus; inamoenum forte fedebat
Cocyton juxta, refolutaque vertice crines,
Lambere fulfureas permiserat anguibus undas.
Ilicet igne Jovis, lapfifque citatior aftris
Triftibus exiliit ripis. difcedit inane


Vulgus, et occurfus dominae pavet; illa



Art thou a Father, unregarding Jove!

And sleeps thy thunder in the realms above? 110
Thou Fury, then, fome lasting curse entail,
Which o'er their childrens children shall prevail:
Place on their heads that crown diftain'd with
Which these dire hands from my
flain father tore;
Go, and a parent's heavy curfes bear;


Break all the bonds of nature, and prepare
Their kindred fouls to mutual hate and war.
Give them to dare, what I might wish to see
Blind as I am, fome glorious villany!

Soon fhalt thou find, if thou but arm their hands,
Their ready guilt preventing thy commands:
Could't thou fome great; proportion'd mifchief

They'd prove the father from whofe loins they came.
The Fury heard, while on Cocytus' brink
Her fnakes unty'd, fulphureous waters drink; 125
But at the fummons, roll'd her eyes around,
And fnatch'd the starting ferpents from the ground.
Not half fo swiftly shoots along in air,

The gliding light'ning, or defcending star.
Thro' crouds of airy fhades the wing'd her flight,
And dark dominions of the filent night;

Et caligantes animarum examine campos,
Taenariae limen petit irremeabile portae.
Senfit adeffe dies; piceo Nox obvia nimbo
Lucentes turbavit equos. procul arduus Atlas
Horruit, et dubia coelum cervice remifit.


Arripit extemplo Maleae de valle refurgens 140
Notum iter ad Thebas: neque enim velocior ullas
Itque reditque vias, cognataque Tartara mavult.
Centum illi ftantes umbrabant ora ceraftae, 145
Turba minor diri capitis: fedet intus abactis
Ferrea lux oculis; qualis per nubila Phoebes
Atracea rubet arte labor: fuffufa veneno
Tenditur, ac fanie glifcit cutis: igneus atro



vapor, quo longa fitis, morbique famesque, Et populis mors una venit. riget horrida tergo

Swift as she pafs'd, the flitting ghosts withdrew,
And the pale spectres trembled at her view:
To th' iron gates of Tænarus fhe flies,

There spreads her dusky pinions to the skies. 135
The day beheld, and fick'ning at the fight,
Veil'd her fair glories in the fhades of night.
Affrighted Atlas, on the diftant fhore,
Trembled, and shook the heav'ns and gods he bore.
Now from beneath Malea's airy height


Aloft she sprung, and steer'd to Thebes her flight; With eager speed the well known journey took, Nor here regrets the hell fhe late forfook.


A hundred fnakes her gloomy visage shade,
A hundred ferpents guard her horrid head,
In her funk eye-balls dreadful meteors glow:
Such rays from Phoebe's bloody circle flow,
When lab'ring with ftrong charms, she shoots
from high

A fiery gleam, and reddens all the sky.

Blood ftain'd her cheeks, and from her mouth

there came

Blue steaming poisons, and length of flame.
From ev'ry blast of her contagious breath,


Famine and drought proceed, and plagues,and death.

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