Who is the unearthly foe who, with a leap of more than mortal range has made your ill-starred life his prey? Alas, alas, you hapless man! I cannot even look on you, though there is much I desire to ask, much I desire to learn,much that draws my wistful gaze: with such a shuddering do you fill me!OedipusWoe is me! Alas, alas, wretched that I am! Where, where am I carried in my misery?How is my voice swept abroad on the wings of the air? Oh, my fate, how far you have sprung!