the hair out of my body; but when he saw me dressed
like—what shall I say?—he kept silent. I do not say like
what; but you will say when you come to your senses, and
shall know what it is, and what persons use such a dress.
If you bring this charge against me hereafter, what
defence shall I make? Why, shall I say that the man will
not be persuaded by me? Was Laius persuaded by Apollo?
Did he not go away and get drunk and show no care for
the oracle?'Laius consulted the oracle at Delphi how he should have children.
The oracle told him not to beget children, and even to expose them if
he did. Laius was so foolish as to disobey the god in both respects,
for he begot children and brought them up. He did indeed order his
child Oedipus to be exposed, but the boy was saved and became the
murderer of Laius. Well then for this reason did Apollo refuse
to tell him the truth? I indeed do not know, whether
you will be persuaded by me or not; but Apollo knew
most certainly that Laius w
Iole kindly answered in these words:
“O my dear mother, if you weep because
of her who was your servant, now transformed
into a weasel, how can you support
the true narration of my sister's fate;
which I must tell to you, although my tears
and sorrows hinder and forbid my speech?
“Most beautiful of all Oechalian maids,
was Dryope, her mother's only child,
for you must know I am the daughter of
my father's second wife. She is not now
a maid; because, through violence of him
who rules at Delphi and at Delos, she
was taken by Andraemon, who since then
has been accounted happy in his wife.
“There is a lake surrounded by sweet lawns,
encircling beauties, where the upper slope
is crowned with myrtles in fair sunny groves.
Without a thought of danger Dryope
in worship one day went to gather flowers,
(who hears, has greater cause to be indignant)
delightful garlands, for the water-nymphs,
and, in her bosom, carried her dear son,
not yet a year old, whom she fed for love.
Not far from tha<
and loved the quiet of my married life.
This brother, powerful in the art of war,
subdued strong kings and nations.—And 'tis he
transformed from manhood, now a bird of prey,
that so relentlessly pursues the doves,
known as the pride of Thisbe's citizens.
“My brother had a daughter Chione
so beautiful she pleased a thousand men,
when she had reached the marriageable age
of twice seven years. It happened by some chance
that Phoebus and the son of Maia, who
returned—one from his Delphi, the other from
Cyllene's heights—beheld this lovely maid
both at the same time, and were both inflamed
with passion. Phoebus waited till the night.
Hermes could not endure delay and with
the magic of his wand, that causes sleep,
he touched the virgin's face; and instantly,
as if entranced, she lay there fast asleep,
and suffered violence from the ardent god.
When night bespangled the wide heaven with stars,
Phoebus became an aged crone and gained
the joy he had deferred until that hour.