heir to his father’s bed, shedder of his father’s blood. So go in and evaluate this, and if you find that I am wrong, say then that I have no wit in prophecy.

ChorusWho is he of whom the divine voice from the Delphian rock has saidto have wrought with blood-red hands horrors that no tongue can tell? It is time that he ply in flight a foot stronger than the feet of storm-swift steeds.The son of Zeus is springing upon him with fiery lightning, and with him come the dread unerring Fates.