injustice, I inhabit a foreign city, having a stream of tears flowing through my eyes.  But, for from one woe springs a second, I behold thee having thy head shorn of its locks, and these sable garments; alas me! on account of my misfortunes.  How dreadful a thing, mother, is the enmity of relations, having means of reconciliation seldom to be brought about!  For how fares the old man my father in the palace, vainly looking upon darkness; and how fare my two sisters?  Are they indeed bewailing my wretched banishment?

JOC.  Some God miserably destroys the race of Oedipus; for thus began it, when I brought forth children in that unhallowed manner, and thy father married me in evil hour, and thou didst spring forth.  But why relate these things?  What is sent by the Gods we must bear.  But how I may ask the questions I wish, I know not, for I fear lest I wound at all thy feelings; but I have a great desire.

POL.  But inquire freely, leave nothing out.  For what you wish, my mother, this is dear to me.

JOC.  I ask thee therefore, first, for the information that I wish to obtain.  What is the being deprived of one’s country, is it a great ill?

POL.  The greatest:  and greater is it in deed than in word.

JOC.  What is the reason of that?  What is that so harsh to exiles?

POL.  One thing, and that the greatest, not to have the liberty of speaking.

JOC.  This that you have mentioned belongs to a slave, not to give utterance to what one thinks.

POL.  It is necessary to bear with the follies of those in power.

JOC.  And this is painful, to be unwise with the unwise.

POL.  But for interest we must bend to slavery contrary to our nature.

JOC.  But hopes support exiles, as report goes.

POL.  They look upon them with favorable eyes, at least, but are slow of foot.

JOC.  Hath not time shown them to be vain?

POL.  They have a certain sweet delight to set against misfortunes.

JOC.  But whence wert thou supported, before thou foundest means of sustenance by thy marriage?

POL.  At one time I had food for the day, at another I had not.

JOC.  And did the friends and hosts of your father not assist you?

POL.  Be prosperous, and thou shalt have friends:[23] but friends are none, should one be in adversity.

JOC.  Did not thy noble birth raise thee to great distinction?

POL.  To want is wretched; high birth fed me not.

JOC.  Their own country, it appears, is the dearest thing to men.

POL.  You can not express by words how dear it is.

JOC.  But how camest thou to Argos?  What intention hadst thou?

POL.  Apollo gave a certain oracle to Adrastus.

JOC.  What is this thou hast mentioned?  I am unable to discover.

POL.  To unite his daughters in marriage with a boar and lion.