Apollo

Artemis

Dionysus

Where is thy gold-strung bow,

O Wolf-god, where the flow

Of living shafts unconquered, from all ills

Our helpers? Where the white

Spears of thy Sister's light,

Far-flashing as she walks the wolf-wild hills?

And thou, O Golden-crown,

Theban and named our own,

O Wine-gleam, Voice of Joy, for ever more

Ringed with thy Maenads white,

Bacchus, draw near and smite,

Smite with thy glad-eyed flame the God whom Gods abhor.

[During the last lines Oedipus has come out from the Palace.

Oedipus

Oedipus.

Oedipus.

Thou prayest: but my words if thou wilt hear

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