That, while in Thebes I bear the diadem,  No man shall greet, no man shall shelter them,  Nor give them water in their thirst, nor share  In sacrifice nor shrift nor dying prayer,  But thrust them from our doors, the thing they hide  Being this land's curse. Thus hath the God replied  This day to me from Delphi, and my sword  I draw thus for the dead and for God's word.