Oed. As I drew near the triple-branching roads,
A herald met me and a man who sat
In a car drawn by colts - as in thy tale -
The man in front and the old man himself
Threatened to thrust me rudely from the path,
Then jostled by the charioteer in wrath
I struck him, and the old man, seeing this,
Watched till I passed and from his car brought down
Full on my head the double-pointed goad.
Yet was I quits with him and more; one stroke
Of my good staff sufficed to fling him clean
Out of the chariot seat and laid him prone.
And so I slew them every one.
from Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
Eric Gill, Nude 1937