Capitolo 91
To Laius--_Die you the childless_! so that only
Can the weal of the earth is defeated!
But vainly with the desire of his/her wife he strove him,
And it gave him/it to love,
Oedipus that produces, from who he died,
The fatal parricide!
The sacred seed-plot, the uterus of his own mother,
He sowed, the decree of his/her house,
A root of blood! from decoyed frenzy, they came,
To their gotten married shame.
And now the surge that waxes, the wave of the fate,
Roll on them, triply great--
A sinks of billow, the next towers, tall and dark,
Above the barking of our city--
Only the narrow barrier of the wall
Staggerings, as soon to fall;
And, if our head of a tribe in the storm they go down,
What opportunity can you/he/she save the city?
Curses, inherit a long time ago from,
Hands heavy load of the pain:
Shops Rich in o'erload of the commodity the bridge,
Nearby, nearer it comes to the shipwreck--
And all are lost, expels on the wave,
Being floating, with anybody to save!
Who did the of the that men's head they did,
Who did every city
In crowded contest, in such taking of honour,
How Oedipus of old man,
When the surly demon that has fed on human prey,
Did it remove from us?
But when, in the fulness of days,
he knew about his/her unblest of the wedding,
A double horror him beaten,
in the frantic desperation of his/her breast--
Excluded by the grace of the banquet,
the service of gold wine glasses,
Him flung on his/her children a curse
for their shine they dared to hold back,
A curse prophetic and bitter--
_The boasts him of of wealth and of the pride,
With iron, not gold, in Your hands,
yes will come, to the last one, to divide_!
Sees, as a shiver crosses me,
so that not now, in the fulness of time,
The awake house-demon and return,
to border out the measure of crime!
[_Enter_ La Spies.
THE SPY
Drinks heart, daughters of ye that the milk of Your mothers
Fact milky-hearted! here, our urban stands,