Sophocles: Theban Plays (Oedipus the King, Oedipus at Colonus, Antigone)

The Oedipus Trilogy by Sophocles Contents

Translation by F. Storr, BA Formerly Scholar of Trinity College, Cambridge From the Loeb Library Edition Originally published by Harvard University Press, Cambridge, MA and William Heinemann Ltd, London First published in 1912 ARGUMENT

To Laius, King of Thebes, an oracle foretold that the child born to him by his queen Jocasta would slay his father and wed his mother. So when in time a son was born the infant’s feet were riveted together and he was left to die on Mount Cithaeron. But a shepherd found the babe and tended him, and delivered him to another shepherd who took him to his master, the King of Corinth. Polybus being childless adopted the boy, who grew up believing that he was indeed the King’s son. Afterwards doubting his parentage he inquired of the Delphic god and heard himself the word declared before to Laius. Wherefore he fled from what he deemed his father’s house and in his flight he encountered and unwillingly slew his father Laius. Arriving at Thebes he answered the riddle of the Sphinx and the grateful Thebans made their deliverer king. So he reigned in the room of Laius, and espoused the widowed queen. Children were born to them and Thebes prospered under his rule, but again a grievous plague fell upon the city. Again the oracle was consulted and it bade them purge themselves of blood-guiltiness. Oedipus denounces the crime of which he is unaware, and undertakes to track out the criminal. Step by step it is brought home to him that he is the man. The closing scene reveals Jocasta slain by her own hand and Oedipus blinded by his own act and praying for death or exile.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE Oedipus. The Priest of Zeus. Creon. Chorus of Theban Elders. Teiresias. Jocasta. Messenger. Herd of Laius. Second Messenger. Scene: Thebes. Before the Palace of Oedipus.

Suppliants of all ages are seated round the altar at the palace doors, at their head a PRIEST OF ZEUS. To them enter OEDIPUS. OEDIPUS. My children, latest born to Cadmus old, Why sit ye here as suppliants, in your hands Branches of olive filleted with wool? What means this reek of incense everywhere, And everywhere laments and litanies? Children, it were not meet that I should learn From others, and am hither come, myself, I Oedipus, your world-renowned king. Ho! aged sire, whose venerable locks Proclaim thee spokesman of this company, Explain your mood and purport. Is it dread Of ill that moves you or a boon ye crave? My zeal in your behalf ye cannot doubt; Ruthless indeed were I and obdurate If such petitioners as you I spurned.

PRIEST. Yea, Oedipus, my sovereign lord and king, Thou seest how both extremes of age besiege Thy palace altars—fledglings hardly winged, and greybeards bowed with years; priests, as am I of Zeus, and these the flower of our youth. Meanwhile, the common folk, with wreathed boughs Crowd our two market-places, or before Both shrines of Pallas congregate, or where Ismenus gives his oracles by fire. For, as thou seest thyself, our ship of State, Sore buffeted, can no more lift her head, Foundered beneath a weltering surge of blood. A blight is on our harvest in the ear, A blight upon the grazing flocks and herds, A blight on wives in travail; and withal Armed with his blazing torch the God of Plague Hath swooped upon our city emptying The house of Cadmus, and the murky realm Of Pluto is full fed with groans and tears. Therefore, O King, here at thy hearth we sit, I and these children; not as deeming thee A new divinity, but the first of men; First in the common accidents of life, And first in visitations of the Gods. Art thou not he who coming to the town of Cadmus freed us from the tax we paid To the fell songstress? Nor hadst thou received Prompting from us or been by others schooled; No, by a god inspired (so all men deem, And testify) didst thou renew our life. And now, O Oedipus, our peerless king, All we thy votaries beseech thee, find Some succor, whether by a voice from heaven Whispered, or haply known by human wit. Tried counselors, methinks, are aptest found1 To furnish for the future pregnant rede. Upraise, O chief of men, upraise our State! Look to thy laurels! for thy zeal of yore Our country’s savior thou art justly hailed: O never may we thus record thy reign:— “He raised us up only to cast us down.” Uplift us, build our city on a rock. Thy happy star ascendant brought us luck, O let it not decline! If thou wouldst rule This land, as now thou reignest, better sure To rule a peopled than a desert realm. Nor battlements nor galleys aught avail, If men to man and guards to guard them tail.

OEDIPUS. Ah! my poor children, known, ah, known too well, The quest that brings you hither and your need. Ye sicken all, well wot I, yet my pain, How great soever yours, outtops it all. Your sorrow touches each man severally, Him and none other, but I grieve at once Both for the general and myself and you. Therefore ye rouse no sluggard from day-dreams. Many, my children, are the tears I’ve wept, And threaded many a maze of weary thought. Thus pondering one clue of hope I caught, And tracked it up; I have sent Menoeceus’ son, Creon, my consort’s brother, to inquire Of Pythian Phoebus at his Delphic shrine, How I might save the State by act or word. And now I reckon up the tale of days Since he set forth, and marvel how he fares. ’Tis strange, this endless tarrying, passing strange. But when he comes, then I were base indeed, If I perform not all the god declares. PRIEST. Thy words are well timed; even as thou speakest That shouting tells me Creon is at hand. OEDIPUS. O King Apollo! may his joyous looks Be presage of the joyous news he brings! PRIEST. As I surmise, ’tis welcome; else his head Had scarce been crowned with berry-laden bays.

OEDIPUS. We soon shall know; he’s now in earshot range. [Enter CREON] My royal cousin, say, Menoeceus’ child, What message hast thou brought us from the god? CREON. Good news, for e’en intolerable ills, Finding right issue, tend to naught but good. OEDIPUS. How runs the oracle? thus far thy words Give me no ground for confidence or fear. CREON. If thou wouldst hear my message publicly, I’ll tell thee straight, or with thee pass within. OEDIPUS. Speak before all; the burden that I bear Is more for these my subjects than myself. CREON. Let me report then all the god declared. King Phoebus bids us straitly extirpate A fell pollution that infests the land, And no more harbor an inveterate sore. OEDIPUS. What expiation means he? What’s amiss? CREON. Banishment, or the shedding blood for blood. This stain of blood makes shipwreck of our state. OEDIPUS. Whom can he mean, the miscreant thus denounced? CREON. Before thou didst assume the helm of State, The sovereign of this land was Laius. OEDIPUS. I heard as much, but never saw the man. CREON. He fell; and now the god’s command is plain: Punish his takers-off, whoe’er they be. OEDIPUS. Where are they? Where in the wide world to find The far, faint traces of a bygone crime?

CREON. In this land, said the god; “who seeks shall find; Who sits with folded hands or sleeps is blind.” OEDIPUS. Was he within his palace, or afield, Or traveling, when Laius met his fate? CREON. Abroad; he started, so he told us, bound For Delphi, but he never thence returned. OEDIPUS. Came there no news, no fellow-traveler To give some clue that might be followed up? CREON. But one escape, who flying for dear life, Could tell of all he saw but one thing sure. OEDIPUS. And what was that? One clue might lead us far, With but a spark of hope to guide our quest. CREON. Robbers, he told us, not one bandit but A troop of knaves, attacked and murdered him. OEDIPUS. Did any bandit dare so bold a stroke, Unless indeed he were suborned from Thebes? CREON. So ’twas surmised, but none was found to avenge His murder mid the trouble that ensued. OEDIPUS. What trouble can have hindered a full quest, When royalty had fallen thus miserably? CREON. The riddling Sphinx compelled us to let slide The dim past and attend to instant needs.

OEDIPUS. Well, I will start afresh and once again Make dark things clear. Right worthy the concern Of Phoebus, worthy thine too, for the dead; I also, as is meet, will lend my aid To avenge this wrong to Thebes and to the god. Not for some far-off kinsman, but myself, Shall I expel this poison in the blood; For whoso slew that king might have a mind To strike me too with his assassin hand. Therefore in righting him I serve myself. Up, children, haste ye, quit these altar stairs, Take hence your suppliant wands, go summon hither The Theban commons. With the god’s good help Success is sure; ’tis ruin if we fail. [Exeunt OEDIPUS and CREON] PRIEST. Come, children, let us hence; these gracious words Forestall the very purpose of our suit. And may the god who sent this oracle Save us withal and rid us of this pest. [Exeunt PRIEST and SUPPLIANTS] CHORUS. (Str. 1) Sweet-voiced daughter of Zeus from thy gold-paved Pythian shrine Wafted to Thebes divine, What dost thou bring me? My soul is racked and shivers with fear. (Healer of Delos, hear!) Hast thou some pain unknown before, Or with the circling years renewest a penance of yore? Offspring of golden Hope, thou voice immortal, O tell me.

(Ant. 1) First on Athene I call; O Zeus-born goddess, defend! Goddess and sister, befriend, Artemis, Lady of Thebes, high-throned in the midst of our mart! Lord of the death-winged dart! Your threefold aid I crave From death and ruin our city to save. If in the days of old when we nigh had perished, ye drave From our land the fiery plague, be near us now and defend us! (Str. 2) Ah me, what countless woes are mine! All our host is in decline; Weaponless my spirit lies. Earth her gracious fruits denies; Women wail in barren throes; Life on life downstriken goes, Swifter than the wind bird’s flight, Swifter than the Fire-God’s might, To the westering shores of Night. (Ant. 2) Wasted thus by death on death All our city perisheth. Corpses spread infection round; None to tend or mourn is found. Wailing on the altar stair Wives and grandams rend the air— Long-drawn moans and piercing cries Blent with prayers and litanies. Golden child of Zeus, O hear Let thine angel face appear!

(Str. 3) And grant that Ares whose hot breath I feel, Though without targe or steel He stalks, whose voice is as the battle shout, May turn in sudden rout, To the unharbored Thracian waters sped, Or Amphitrite’s bed. For what night leaves undone, Smit by the morrow’s sun Perisheth. Father Zeus, whose hand Doth wield the lightning brand, Slay him beneath thy levin bold, we pray, Slay him, O slay! (Ant. 3) O that thine arrows too, Lycean King, From that taut bow’s gold string, Might fly abroad, the champions of our rights; Yea, and the flashing lights Of Artemis, wherewith the huntress sweeps Across the Lycian steeps. Thee too I call with golden-snooded hair, Whose name our land doth bear, Bacchus to whom thy Maenads Evoe shout; Come with thy bright torch, rout, Blithe god whom we adore, The god whom gods abhor. [Enter OEDIPUS.]

OEDIPUS. Ye pray; ’tis well, but would ye hear my words And heed them and apply the remedy, Ye might perchance find comfort and relief. Mind you, I speak as one who comes a stranger To this report, no less than to the crime; For how unaided could I track it far Without a clue? Which lacking (for too late Was I enrolled a citizen of Thebes) This proclamation I address to all:— Thebans, if any knows the man by whom Laius, son of Labdacus, was slain, I summon him to make clean shrift to me. And if he shrinks, let him reflect that thus Confessing he shall ’scape the capital charge; For the worst penalty that shall befall him Is banishment—unscathed he shall depart. But if an alien from a foreign land Be known to any as the murderer, Let him who knows speak out, and he shall have Due recompense from me and thanks to boot. But if ye still keep silence, if through fear For self or friends ye disregard my hest, Hear what I then resolve; I lay my ban On the assassin whosoe’er he be. Let no man in this land, whereof I hold The sovereign rule, harbor or speak to him; Give him no part in prayer or sacrifice Or lustral rites, but hound

him from your homes. For this is our defilement, so the god Hath lately shown to me by oracles. Thus as their champion I maintain the cause Both of the god and of the murdered King. And on the murderer this curse I lay (On him and all the partners in his guilt):— Wretch, may he pine in utter wretchedness! And for myself, if with my privity He gain admittance to my hearth, I pray The curse I laid on others fall on me. See that ye give effect to all my hest, For my sake and the god’s and for our land, A desert blasted by the wrath of heaven. For, let alone the god’s express command, It were a scandal ye should leave unpurged The murder of a great man and your king, Nor track it home. And now that I am lord, Successor to his throne, his bed, his wife, (And had he not been frustrate in the hope Of issue, common children of one womb Had forced a closer bond twixt him and me, But Fate swooped down upon him), therefore I His blood-avenger will maintain his cause As though he were my sire, and leave no stone Unturned to track the assassin or avenge The son of Labdacus, of Polydore, Of Cadmus, and Agenor first

of the race. And for the disobedient thus I pray: May the gods send them neither timely fruits Of earth, nor teeming increase of the womb, But may they waste and pine, as now they waste, Aye and worse stricken; but to all of you, My loyal subjects who approve my acts, May Justice, our ally, and all the gods Be gracious and attend you evermore.

CHORUS. The oath thou profferest, sire, I take and swear. I slew him not myself, nor can I name The slayer. For the quest, ’twere well, methinks That Phoebus, who proposed the riddle, himself Should give the answer—who the murderer was. OEDIPUS. Well argued; but no living man can hope To force the gods to speak against their will. CHORUS. May I then say what seems next best to me? OEDIPUS. Aye, if there be a third best, tell it too. CHORUS. My liege, if any man sees eye to eye With our lord Phoebus, ’tis our prophet, lord Teiresias; he of all men best might guide A searcher of this matter to the light. OEDIPUS. Here too my zeal has nothing lagged, for twice At Creon’s instance have I sent to fetch him, And long I marvel why he is not here. CHORUS. I mind me too of rumors long ago— Mere gossip. OEDIPUS. Tell them, I would fain know all. CHORUS. ’Twas said he fell by travelers. OEDIPUS. So I heard, But none has seen the man who saw him fall. CHORUS. Well, if he knows what fear is, he will quail And flee before the terror of thy curse. OEDIPUS. Words scare not him who blenches not at deeds.

CHORUS. But here is one to arraign him. Lo, at length They bring the god-inspired seer in whom Above all other men is truth inborn. [Enter TEIRESIAS, led by a boy.] OEDIPUS. Teiresias, seer who comprehendest all, Lore of the wise and hidden mysteries, High things of heaven and low things of the earth, Thou knowest, though thy blinded eyes see naught, What plague infects our city; and we turn To thee, O seer, our one defense and shield. The purport of the answer that the God Returned to us who sought his oracle, The messengers have doubtless told thee—how One course alone could rid us of the pest, To find the murderers of Laius, And slay them or expel them from the land. Therefore begrudging neither augury Nor other divination that is thine, O save thyself, thy country, and thy king, Save all from this defilement of blood shed. On thee we rest. This is man’s highest end, To others’ service all his powers to lend. TEIRESIAS. Alas, alas, what misery to be wise When wisdom profits nothing! This old lore I had forgotten; else I were not here. OEDIPUS. What ails thee? Why this melancholy mood? TEIRESIAS. Let me go home; prevent me not; ’twere best That thou shouldst bear thy burden and I mine.

OEDIPUS. For shame! no true-born Theban patriot Would thus withhold the word of prophecy. TEIRESIAS. Thy words, O king, are wide of the mark, and I For fear lest I too trip like thee... OEDIPUS. Oh speak, Withhold not, I adjure thee, if thou know’st, Thy knowledge. We are all thy suppliants. TEIRESIAS. Aye, for ye all are witless, but my voice Will ne’er reveal my miseries—or thine.2 OEDIPUS. What then, thou knowest, and yet willst not speak! Wouldst thou betray us and destroy the State? TEIRESIAS. I will not vex myself nor thee. Why ask Thus idly what from me thou shalt not learn? OEDIPUS. Monster! thy silence would incense a flint. Will nothing loose thy tongue? Can nothing melt thee, Or shake thy dogged taciturnity? TEIRESIAS. Thou blam’st my mood and seest not thine own Wherewith thou art mated; no, thou taxest me. OEDIPUS. And who could stay his choler when he heard How insolently thou dost flout the State? TEIRESIAS. Well, it will come what will, though I be mute. OEDIPUS. Since come it must, thy duty is to tell me. TEIRESIAS. I have no more to say; storm as thou willst, And give the rein to all thy pent-up rage.

OEDIPUS. Yea, I am wroth, and will not stint my words, But speak my whole mind. Thou methinks thou art he, Who planned the crime, aye, and performed it too, All save the assassination; and if thou Hadst not been blind, I had been sworn to boot That thou alone didst do the bloody deed. TEIRESIAS. Is it so? Then I charge thee to abide By thine own proclamation; from this day Speak not to these or me. Thou art the man, Thou the accursed polluter of this land. OEDIPUS. Vile slanderer, thou blurtest forth these taunts, And think’st forsooth as seer to go scot free. TEIRESIAS. Yea, I am free, strong in the strength of truth. OEDIPUS. Who was thy teacher? not methinks thy art. TEIRESIAS. Thou, goading me against my will to speak. OEDIPUS. What speech? repeat it and resolve my doubt. TEIRESIAS. Didst miss my sense wouldst thou goad me on? OEDIPUS. I but half caught thy meaning; say it again. TEIRESIAS. I say thou art the murderer of the man Whose murderer thou pursuest. OEDIPUS. Thou shalt rue it Twice to repeat so gross a calumny. TEIRESIAS. Must I say more to aggravate thy rage? OEDIPUS. Say all thou wilt; it will be but waste of breath.

TEIRESIAS. I say thou livest with thy nearest kin In infamy, unwitting in thy shame. OEDIPUS. Think’st thou for aye unscathed to wag thy tongue? TEIRESIAS. Yea, if the might of truth can aught prevail. OEDIPUS. With other men, but not with thee, for thou In ear, wit, eye, in everything art blind. TEIRESIAS. Poor fool to utter gibes at me which all Here present will cast back on thee ere long. OEDIPUS. Offspring of endless Night, thou hast no power O’er me or any man who sees the sun. TEIRESIAS. No, for thy weird is not to fall by me. I leave to Apollo what concerns the god. OEDIPUS. Is this a plot of Creon, or thine own? TEIRESIAS. Not Creon, thou thyself art thine own bane.

OEDIPUS. O wealth and empiry and skill by skill Outwitted in the battlefield of life, What spite and envy follow in your train! See, for this crown the State conferred on me. A gift, a thing I sought not, for this crown The trusty Creon, my familiar friend, Hath lain in wait to oust me and suborned This mountebank, this juggling charlatan, This tricksy beggar-priest, for gain alone Keen-eyed, but in his proper art stone-blind. Say, sirrah, hast thou ever proved thyself A prophet? When the riddling Sphinx was here Why hadst thou no deliverance for this folk? And yet the riddle was not to be solved By guess-work but required the prophet’s art; Wherein thou wast found lacking; neither birds Nor sign from heaven helped thee, but I came, The simple Oedipus; I stopped her mouth By mother wit, untaught of auguries. This is the man whom thou wouldst undermine, In hope to reign with Creon in my stead. Methinks that thou and thine abettor soon Will rue your plot to drive the scapegoat out. Thank thy grey hairs that thou hast still to learn What chastisement such arrogance deserves.

CHORUS. To us it seems that both the seer and thou, O Oedipus, have spoken angry words. This is no time to wrangle but consult How best we may fulfill the oracle.

TEIRESIAS. King as thou art, free speech at least is mine To make reply; in this I am thy peer. I own no lord but Loxias; him I serve And ne’er can stand enrolled as Creon’s man. Thus then I answer: since thou hast not spared To twit me with my blindness—thou hast eyes, Yet see’st not in what misery thou art fallen, Nor where thou dwellest nor with whom for mate. Dost know thy lineage? Nay, thou know’st it not, And all unwitting art a double foe To thine own kin, the living and the dead; Aye and the dogging curse of mother and sire One day shall drive thee, like a two-edged sword, Beyond our borders, and the eyes that now See clear shall henceforward endless night. Ah whither shall thy bitter cry not reach, What crag in all Cithaeron but shall then Reverberate thy wail, when thou hast found With what a hymeneal thou wast borne Home, but to no fair haven, on the gale! Aye, and a flood of ills thou guessest not Shall set thyself and children in one line. Flout then both Creon and my words, for none Of mortals shall be striken worse than thou.

OEDIPUS. Must I endure this fellow’s insolence? A murrain on thee! Get thee hence! Begone Avaunt! and never cross my threshold more. TEIRESIAS. I ne’er had come hadst thou not bidden me. OEDIPUS. I know not thou wouldst utter folly, else Long hadst thou waited to be summoned here. TEIRESIAS. Such am I—as it seems to thee a fool, But to the parents who begat thee, wise. OEDIPUS. What sayest thou—“parents”? Who begat me, speak? TEIRESIAS. This day shall be thy birth-day, and thy grave. OEDIPUS. Thou lov’st to speak in riddles and dark words. TEIRESIAS. In reading riddles who so skilled as thou? OEDIPUS. Twit me with that wherein my greatness lies. TEIRESIAS. And yet this very greatness proved thy bane. OEDIPUS. No matter if I saved the commonwealth. TEIRESIAS. ’Tis time I left thee. Come, boy, take me home. OEDIPUS. Aye, take him quickly, for his presence irks And lets me; gone, thou canst not plague me more.

TEIRESIAS. I go, but first will tell thee why I came. Thy frown I dread not, for thou canst not harm me. Hear then: this man whom thou hast sought to arrest With threats and warrants this long while, the wretch Who murdered Laius—that man is here. He passes for an alien in the land But soon shall prove a Theban, native born. And yet his fortune brings him little joy; For blind of seeing, clad in beggar’s weeds, For purple robes, and leaning on his staff, To a strange land he soon shall grope his way. And of the children, inmates of his home, He shall be proved the brother and the sire, Of her who bare him son and husband both, Co-partner, and assassin of his sire. Go in and ponder this, and if thou find That I have missed the mark, henceforth declare I have no wit nor skill in prophecy. [Exeunt TEIRESIAS and OEDIPUS] CHORUS. (Str. 1) Who is he by voice immortal named from Pythia’s rocky cell, Doer of foul deeds of bloodshed, horrors that no tongue can tell? A foot for flight he needs Fleeter than storm-swift steeds, For on his heels doth follow, Armed with the lightnings of his Sire, Apollo. Like sleuth-hounds too The Fates pursue.

(Ant. 1) Yea, but now flashed forth the summons from Parnassus’ snowy peak, “Near and far the undiscovered doer of this murder seek!” Now like a sullen bull he roves Through forest brakes and upland groves, And vainly seeks to fly The doom that ever nigh Flits o’er his head, Still by the avenging Phoebus sped, The voice divine, From Earth’s mid shrine. (Str. 2) Sore perplexed am I by the words of the master seer. Are they true, are they false? I know not and bridle my tongue for fear, Fluttered with vague surmise; nor present nor future is clear. Quarrel of ancient date or in days still near know I none Twixt the Labdacidan house and our ruler, Polybus’ son. Proof is there none: how then can I challenge our King’s good name, How in a blood-feud join for an untracked deed of shame?

(Ant. 2) All wise are Zeus and Apollo, and nothing is hid from their ken; They are gods; and in wits a man may surpass his fellow men; But that a mortal seer knows more than I know—where Hath this been proven? Or how without sign assured, can I blame Him who saved our State when the winged songstress came, Tested and tried in the light of us all, like gold assayed? How can I now assent when a crime is on Oedipus laid? CREON. Friends, countrymen, I learn King Oedipus Hath laid against me a most grievous charge, And come to you protesting. If he deems That I have harmed or injured him in aught By word or deed in this our present trouble, I care not to prolong the span of life, Thus ill-reputed; for the calumny Hits not a single blot, but blasts my name, If by the general voice I am denounced False to the State and false by you my friends. CHORUS. This taunt, it well may be, was blurted out In petulance, not spoken advisedly. CREON. Did any dare pretend that it was I Prompted the seer to utter a forged charge? CHORUS. Such things were said; with what intent I know not.

CREON. Were not his wits and vision all astray When upon me he fixed this monstrous charge? CHORUS. I know not; to my sovereign’s acts I am blind. But lo, he comes to answer for himself. [Enter OEDIPUS.] OEDIPUS. Sirrah, what mak’st thou here? Dost thou presume To approach my doors, thou brazen-faced rogue, My murderer and the filcher of my crown? Come, answer this, didst thou detect in me Some touch of cowardice or witlessness, That made thee undertake this enterprise? I seemed forsooth too simple to perceive The serpent stealing on me in the dark, Or else too weak to scotch it when I saw. This thou art witless seeking to possess Without a following or friends the crown, A prize that followers and wealth must win. CREON. Attend me. Thou hast spoken, ’tis my turn To make reply. Then having heard me, judge. OEDIPUS. Thou art glib of tongue, but I am slow to learn Of thee; I know too well thy venomous hate. CREON. First I would argue out this very point. OEDIPUS. O argue not that thou art not a rogue. CREON. If thou dost count a virtue stubbornness, Unschooled by reason, thou art much astray. OEDIPUS. If thou dost hold a kinsman may be wronged, And no pains follow, thou art much to seek.

CREON. Therein thou judgest rightly, but this wrong That thou allegest—tell me what it is. OEDIPUS. Didst thou or didst thou not advise that I Should call the priest? CREON. Yes, and I stand to it. OEDIPUS. Tell me how long is it since Laius... CREON. Since Laius...? I follow not thy drift. OEDIPUS. By violent hands was spirited away. CREON. In the dim past, a many years agone. OEDIPUS. Did the same prophet then pursue his craft? CREON. Yes, skilled as now and in no less repute. OEDIPUS. Did he at that time ever glance at me? CREON. Not to my knowledge, not when I was by. OEDIPUS. But was no search and inquisition made? CREON. Surely full quest was made, but nothing learnt. OEDIPUS. Why failed the seer to tell his story then? CREON. I know not, and not knowing hold my tongue. OEDIPUS. This much thou knowest and canst surely tell. CREON. What’s mean’st thou? All I know I will declare. OEDIPUS. But for thy prompting never had the seer Ascribed to me the death of Laius. CREON. If so he thou knowest best; but I Would put thee to the question in my turn. OEDIPUS. Question and prove me murderer if thou canst. CREON. Then let me ask thee, didst thou wed my sister?

OEDIPUS. A fact so plain I cannot well deny. CREON. And as thy consort queen she shares the throne? OEDIPUS. I grant her freely all her heart desires. CREON. And with you twain I share the triple rule? OEDIPUS. Yea, and it is that proves thee a false friend.

CREON. Not so, if thou wouldst reason with thyself, As I with myself. First, I bid thee think, Would any mortal choose a troubled reign Of terrors rather than secure repose, If the same power were given him? As for me, I have no natural craving for the name Of king, preferring to do kingly deeds, And so thinks every sober-minded man. Now all my needs are satisfied through thee, And I have naught to fear; but were I king, My acts would oft run counter to my will. How could a title then have charms for me Above the sweets of boundless influence? I am not so infatuate as to grasp The shadow when I hold the substance fast. Now all men cry me Godspeed! wish me well, And every suitor seeks to gain my ear, If he would hope to win a grace from thee. Why should I leave the better, choose the worse? That were sheer madness, and I am not mad. No such ambition ever tempted me, Nor would I have a share in such intrigue. And if thou doubt me, first to Delphi go, There ascertain if my report was true Of the god’s answer; next investigate If with the seer I plotted or conspired, And if it prove so, sentence me to death, Not by thy voice alone, but mine and thine. But O condemn me not, without appeal, On bare suspicion. ’Tis not right to adjudge Bad men at random good, or good men bad. I would as lief a man should cast away The thing he counts most precious, his own life, As spurn a true friend. Thou wilt learn in time The truth, for time alone reveals the just; A villain is detected in a day.

CHORUS. To one who walketh warily his words Commend themselves; swift counsels are not sure. OEDIPUS. When with swift strides the stealthy plotter stalks I must be quick too with my counterplot. To wait his onset passively, for him Is sure success, for me assured defeat. CREON. What then’s thy will? To banish me the land? OEDIPUS. I would not have thee banished, no, but dead, That men may mark the wages envy reaps. CREON. I see thou wilt not yield, nor credit me. OEDIPUS. [None but a fool would credit such as thou.]3 CREON. Thou art not wise. OEDIPUS. Wise for myself at least. CREON. Why not for me too? OEDIPUS. Why for such a knave? CREON. Suppose thou lackest sense. OEDIPUS. Yet kings must rule. CREON. Not if they rule ill. OEDIPUS. Oh my Thebans, hear him! CREON. Thy Thebans? am not I a Theban too? CHORUS. Cease, princes; lo there comes, and none too soon, Jocasta from the palace. Who so fit As peacemaker to reconcile your feud? [Enter JOCASTA.] JOCASTA. Misguided princes, why have ye upraised This wordy wrangle? Are ye not ashamed, While the whole land lies striken, thus to voice Your private injuries? Go in, my lord; Go home, my brother, and forebear to make A public scandal of a petty grief.

CREON. My royal sister, Oedipus, thy lord, Hath bid me choose (O dread alternative!) An outlaw’s exile or a felon’s death. OEDIPUS. Yes, lady; I have caught him practicing Against my royal person his vile arts. CREON. May I ne’er speed but die accursed, if I In any way am guilty of this charge. JOCASTA. Believe him, I adjure thee, Oedipus, First for his solemn oath’s sake, then for mine, And for thine elders’ sake who wait on thee. CHORUS. (Str. 1) Hearken, King, reflect, we pray thee, but not stubborn but relent. OEDIPUS. Say to what should I consent? CHORUS. Respect a man whose probity and troth Are known to all and now confirmed by oath. OEDIPUS. Dost know what grace thou cravest? CHORUS. Yea, I know. OEDIPUS. Declare it then and make thy meaning plain. CHORUS. Brand not a friend whom babbling tongues assail; Let not suspicion ’gainst his oath prevail. OEDIPUS. Bethink you that in seeking this ye seek In very sooth my death or banishment?

CHORUS. No, by the leader of the host divine! (Str. 2) Witness, thou Sun, such thought was never mine, Unblest, unfriended may I perish, If ever I such wish did cherish! But O my heart is desolate Musing on our striken State, Doubly fall’n should discord grow Twixt you twain, to crown our woe. OEDIPUS. Well, let him go, no matter what it cost me, Or certain death or shameful banishment, For your sake I relent, not his; and him, Where’er he be, my heart shall still abhor. CREON. Thou art as sullen in thy yielding mood As in thine anger thou wast truculent. Such tempers justly plague themselves the most. OEDIPUS. Leave me in peace and get thee gone. CREON. I go, By thee misjudged, but justified by these. [Exeunt CREON] CHORUS. (Ant. 1) Lady, lead indoors thy consort; wherefore longer here delay? JOCASTA. Tell me first how rose the fray. CHORUS. Rumors bred unjust suspicious and injustice rankles sore. JOCASTA. Were both at fault? CHORUS. Both. JOCASTA. What was the tale? CHORUS. Ask me no more. The land is sore distressed; ’Twere better sleeping ills to leave at rest. OEDIPUS. Strange counsel, friend! I know thou mean’st me well, And yet would’st mitigate and blunt my zeal.

CHORUS. (Ant. 2) King, I say it once again, Witless were I proved, insane, If I lightly put away Thee my country’s prop and stay, Pilot who, in danger sought, To a quiet haven brought Our distracted State; and now Who can guide us right but thou? JOCASTA. Let me too, I adjure thee, know, O king, What cause has stirred this unrelenting wrath. OEDIPUS. I will, for thou art more to me than these. Lady, the cause is Creon and his plots. JOCASTA. But what provoked the quarrel? make this clear. OEDIPUS. He points me out as Laius’ murderer. JOCASTA. Of his own knowledge or upon report? OEDIPUS. He is too cunning to commit himself, And makes a mouthpiece of a knavish seer.

JOCASTA. Then thou mayest ease thy conscience on that score. Listen and I’ll convince thee that no man Hath scot or lot in the prophetic art. Here is the proof in brief. An oracle Once came to Laius (I will not say ’Twas from the Delphic god himself, but from His ministers) declaring he was doomed To perish by the hand of his own son, A child that should be born to him by me. Now Laius—so at least report affirmed— Was murdered on a day by highwaymen, No natives, at a spot where three roads meet. As for the child, it was but three days old, When Laius, its ankles pierced and pinned Together, gave it to be cast away By others on the trackless mountain side. So then Apollo brought it not to pass The child should be his father’s murderer, Or the dread terror find accomplishment, And Laius be slain by his own son. Such was the prophet’s horoscope. O king, Regard it not. Whate’er the god deems fit To search, himself unaided will reveal. OEDIPUS. What memories, what wild tumult of the soul Came o’er me, lady, as I heard thee speak! JOCASTA. What mean’st thou? What has shocked and startled thee?

OEDIPUS. Methought I heard thee say that Laius Was murdered at the meeting of three roads. JOCASTA. So ran the story that is current still. OEDIPUS. Where did this happen? Dost thou know the place? JOCASTA. Phocis the land is called; the spot is where Branch roads from Delphi and from Daulis meet. OEDIPUS. And how long is it since these things befell? JOCASTA. ’Twas but a brief while were thou wast proclaimed Our country’s ruler that the news was brought. OEDIPUS. O Zeus, what hast thou willed to do with me! JOCASTA. What is it, Oedipus, that moves thee so? OEDIPUS. Ask me not yet; tell me the build and height Of Laius? Was he still in manhood’s prime? JOCASTA. Tall was he, and his hair was lightly strewn With silver; and not unlike thee in form. OEDIPUS. O woe is me! Mehtinks unwittingly I laid but now a dread curse on myself. JOCASTA. What say’st thou? When I look upon thee, my king, I tremble. OEDIPUS. ’Tis a dread presentiment That in the end the seer will prove not blind. One further question to resolve my doubt. JOCASTA. I quail; but ask, and I will answer all. OEDIPUS. Had he but few attendants or a train Of armed retainers with him, like a prince?

JOCASTA. They were but five in all, and one of them A herald; Laius in a mule-car rode. OEDIPUS. Alas! ’tis clear as noonday now. But say, Lady, who carried this report to Thebes? JOCASTA. A serf, the sole survivor who returned. OEDIPUS. Haply he is at hand or in the house? JOCASTA. No, for as soon as he returned and found Thee reigning in the stead of Laius slain, He clasped my hand and supplicated me To send him to the alps and pastures, where He might be farthest from the sight of Thebes. And so I sent him. ’Twas an honest slave And well deserved some better recompense. OEDIPUS. Fetch him at once. I fain would see the man. JOCASTA. He shall be brought; but wherefore summon him? OEDIPUS. Lady, I fear my tongue has overrun Discretion; therefore I would question him. JOCASTA. Well, he shall come, but may not I too claim To share the burden of thy heart, my king?

OEDIPUS. And thou shalt not be frustrate of thy wish. Now my imaginings have gone so far. Who has a higher claim that thou to hear My tale of dire adventures? Listen then. My sire was Polybus of Corinth, and My mother Merope, a Dorian; And I was held the foremost citizen, Till a strange thing befell me, strange indeed, Yet scarce deserving all the heat it stirred. A roisterer at some banquet, flown with wine, Shouted “Thou art not true son of thy sire.” It irked me, but I stomached for the nonce The insult; on the morrow I sought out My mother and my sire and questioned them. They were indignant at the random slur Cast on my parentage and did their best To comfort me, but still the venomed barb Rankled, for still the scandal spread and grew. So privily without their leave I went To Delphi, and Apollo sent me back Baulked of the knowledge that I came to seek. But other grievous things he prophesied, Woes, lamentations, mourning, portents dire; To wit I should defile my mother’s bed And raise up seed too loathsome to behold, And slay the father from whose loins I sprang. Then, lady,—thou shalt hear the very truth— 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. But if Betwixt this stranger there was aught in common With Laius, who more miserable than I, What mortal could you find more god-abhorred? Wretch whom no sojourner, no citizen May harbor or address, whom all are bound To harry from their homes. And this same curse Was laid on me, and laid by none but me. Yea with these hands all gory I pollute The bed of him I slew. Say, am I vile? Am I not utterly unclean, a wretch Doomed to be banished, and in banishment Forgo the sight of all my dearest ones, And never tread again my native earth; Or else to wed my mother and slay my sire, Polybus, who begat me and upreared? If one should

say, this is the handiwork Of some inhuman power, who could blame His judgment? But, ye pure and awful gods, Forbid, forbid that I should see that day! May I be blotted out from living men Ere such a plague spot set on me its brand!

CHORUS. We too, O king, are troubled; but till thou Hast questioned the survivor, still hope on. OEDIPUS. My hope is faint, but still enough survives To bid me bide the coming of this herd. JOCASTA. Suppose him here, what wouldst thou learn of him? OEDIPUS. I’ll tell thee, lady; if his tale agrees With thine, I shall have ’scaped calamity. JOCASTA. And what of special import did I say? OEDIPUS. In thy report of what the herdsman said Laius was slain by robbers; now if he Still speaks of robbers, not a robber, I Slew him not; “one” with “many” cannot square. But if he says one lonely wayfarer, The last link wanting to my guilt is forged. JOCASTA. Well, rest assured, his tale ran thus at first, Nor can he now retract what then he said; Not I alone but all our townsfolk heard it. E’en should he vary somewhat in his story, He cannot make the death of Laius In any wise jump with the oracle. For Loxias said expressly he was doomed To die by my child’s hand, but he, poor babe, He shed no blood, but perished first himself. So much for divination. Henceforth I Will look for signs neither to right nor left.

OEDIPUS. Thou reasonest well. Still I would have thee send And fetch the bondsman hither. See to it. JOCASTA. That will I straightway. Come, let us within. I would do nothing that my lord mislikes. [Exeunt OEDIPUS and JOCASTA] CHORUS. (Str. 1) My lot be still to lead The life of innocence and fly Irreverence in word or deed, To follow still those laws ordained on high Whose birthplace is the bright ethereal sky No mortal birth they own, Olympus their progenitor alone: Ne’er shall they slumber in oblivion cold, The god in them is strong and grows not old. (Ant. 1) Of insolence is bred The tyrant; insolence full blown, With empty riches surfeited, Scales the precipitous height and grasps the throne. Then topples o’er and lies in ruin prone; No foothold on that dizzy steep. But O may Heaven the true patriot keep Who burns with emulous zeal to serve the State. God is my help and hope, on him I wait.

(Str. 2) But the proud sinner, or in word or deed, That will not Justice heed, Nor reverence the shrine Of images divine, Perdition seize his vain imaginings, If, urged by greed profane, He grasps at ill-got gain, And lays an impious hand on holiest things. Who when such deeds are done Can hope heaven’s bolts to shun? If sin like this to honor can aspire, Why dance I still and lead the sacred choir? (Ant. 2) No more I’ll seek earth’s central oracle, Or Abae’s hallowed cell, Nor to Olympia bring My votive offering. If before all God’s truth be not bade plain. O Zeus, reveal thy might, King, if thou’rt named aright Omnipotent, all-seeing, as of old; For Laius is forgot; His weird, men heed it not; Apollo is forsook and faith grows cold. [Enter JOCASTA.]

JOCASTA. My lords, ye look amazed to see your queen With wreaths and gifts of incense in her hands. I had a mind to visit the high shrines, For Oedipus is overwrought, alarmed With terrors manifold. He will not use His past experience, like a man of sense, To judge the present need, but lends an ear To any croaker if he augurs ill. Since then my counsels naught avail, I turn To thee, our present help in time of trouble, Apollo, Lord Lycean, and to thee My prayers and supplications here I bring. Lighten us, lord, and cleanse us from this curse! For now we all are cowed like mariners Who see their helmsman dumbstruck in the storm. [Enter Corinthian MESSENGER.] MESSENGER. My masters, tell me where the palace is Of Oedipus; or better, where’s the king. CHORUS. Here is the palace and he bides within; This is his queen the mother of his children. MESSENGER. All happiness attend her and the house, Blessed is her husband and her marriage-bed. JOCASTA. My greetings to thee, stranger; thy fair words Deserve a like response. But tell me why Thou comest—what thy need or what thy news. MESSENGER. Good for thy consort and the royal house. JOCASTA. What may it be? Whose messenger art thou?

MESSENGER. The Isthmian commons have resolved to make Thy husband king—so ’twas reported there. JOCASTA. What! is not aged Polybus still king? MESSENGER. No, verily; he’s dead and in his grave. JOCASTA. What! is he dead, the sire of Oedipus? MESSENGER. If I speak falsely, may I die myself. JOCASTA. Quick, maiden, bear these tidings to my lord. Ye god-sent oracles, where stand ye now! This is the man whom Oedipus long shunned, In dread to prove his murderer; and now He dies in nature’s course, not by his hand. [Enter OEDIPUS.] OEDIPUS. My wife, my queen, Jocasta, why hast thou Summoned me from my palace? JOCASTA. Hear this man, And as thou hearest judge what has become Of all those awe-inspiring oracles. OEDIPUS. Who is this man, and what his news for me? JOCASTA. He comes from Corinth and his message this: Thy father Polybus hath passed away. OEDIPUS. What? let me have it, stranger, from thy mouth. MESSENGER. If I must first make plain beyond a doubt My message, know that Polybus is dead. OEDIPUS. By treachery, or by sickness visited? MESSENGER. One touch will send an old man to his rest. OEDIPUS. So of some malady he died, poor man. MESSENGER. Yes, having measured the full span of years.

OEDIPUS. Out on it, lady! why should one regard The Pythian hearth or birds that scream i’ the air? Did they not point at me as doomed to slay My father? but he’s dead and in his grave And here am I who ne’er unsheathed a sword; Unless the longing for his absent son Killed him and so I slew him in a sense. But, as they stand, the oracles are dead— Dust, ashes, nothing, dead as Polybus. JOCASTA. Say, did not I foretell this long ago? OEDIPUS. Thou didst: but I was misled by my fear. JOCASTA. Then let I no more weigh upon thy soul. OEDIPUS. Must I not fear my mother’s marriage bed. JOCASTA. Why should a mortal man, the sport of chance, With no assured foreknowledge, be afraid? Best live a careless life from hand to mouth. This wedlock with thy mother fear not thou. How oft it chances that in dreams a man Has wed his mother! He who least regards Such brainsick phantasies lives most at ease. OEDIPUS. I should have shared in full thy confidence, Were not my mother living; since she lives Though half convinced I still must live in dread. JOCASTA. And yet thy sire’s death lights out darkness much. OEDIPUS. Much, but my fear is touching her who lives.

MESSENGER. Who may this woman be whom thus you fear? OEDIPUS. Merope, stranger, wife of Polybus. MESSENGER. And what of her can cause you any fear? OEDIPUS. A heaven-sent oracle of dread import. MESSENGER. A mystery, or may a stranger hear it? OEDIPUS. Aye, ’tis no secret. Loxias once foretold That I should mate with mine own mother, and shed With my own hands the blood of my own sire. Hence Corinth was for many a year to me A home distant; and I trove abroad, But missed the sweetest sight, my parents’ face. MESSENGER. Was this the fear that exiled thee from home? OEDIPUS. Yea, and the dread of slaying my own sire. MESSENGER. Why, since I came to give thee pleasure, King, Have I not rid thee of this second fear? OEDIPUS. Well, thou shalt have due guerdon for thy pains. MESSENGER. Well, I confess what chiefly made me come Was hope to profit by thy coming home. OEDIPUS. Nay, I will ne’er go near my parents more. MESSENGER. My son, ’tis plain, thou know’st not what thou doest. OEDIPUS. How so, old man? For heaven’s sake tell me all. MESSENGER. If this is why thou dreadest to return. OEDIPUS. Yea, lest the god’s word be fulfilled in me. MESSENGER. Lest through thy parents thou shouldst be accursed?

OEDIPUS. This and none other is my constant dread. MESSENGER. Dost thou not know thy fears are baseless all? OEDIPUS. How baseless, if I am their very son? MESSENGER. Since Polybus was naught to thee in blood. OEDIPUS. What say’st thou? was not Polybus my sire? MESSENGER. As much thy sire as I am, and no more. OEDIPUS. My sire no more to me than one who is naught? MESSENGER. Since I begat thee not, no more did he. OEDIPUS. What reason had he then to call me son? MESSENGER. Know that he took thee from my hands, a gift. OEDIPUS. Yet, if no child of his, he loved me well. MESSENGER. A childless man till then, he warmed to thee. OEDIPUS. A foundling or a purchased slave, this child? MESSENGER. I found thee in Cithaeron’s wooded glens. OEDIPUS. What led thee to explore those upland glades? MESSENGER. My business was to tend the mountain flocks. OEDIPUS. A vagrant shepherd journeying for hire? MESSENGER. True, but thy savior in that hour, my son. OEDIPUS. My savior? from what harm? what ailed me then? MESSENGER. Those ankle joints are evidence enow. OEDIPUS. Ah, why remind me of that ancient sore? MESSENGER. I loosed the pin that riveted thy feet. OEDIPUS. Yes, from my cradle that dread brand I bore.

MESSENGER. Whence thou deriv’st the name that still is thine. OEDIPUS. Who did it? I adjure thee, tell me who Say, was it father, mother? MESSENGER. I know not. The man from whom I had thee may know more. OEDIPUS. What, did another find me, not thyself? MESSENGER. Not I; another shepherd gave thee me. OEDIPUS. Who was he? Would’st thou know again the man? MESSENGER. He passed indeed for one of Laius’ house. OEDIPUS. The king who ruled the country long ago? MESSENGER. The same: he was a herdsman of the king. OEDIPUS. And is he living still for me to see him? MESSENGER. His fellow-countrymen should best know that. OEDIPUS. Doth any bystander among you know The herd he speaks of, or by seeing him Afield or in the city? answer straight! The hour hath come to clear this business up. CHORUS. Methinks he means none other than the hind Whom thou anon wert fain to see; but that Our queen Jocasta best of all could tell. OEDIPUS. Madam, dost know the man we sent to fetch? Is the same of whom the stranger speaks? JOCASTA. Who is the man? What matter? Let it be. ’Twere waste of thought to weigh such idle words.

OEDIPUS. No, with such guiding clues I cannot fail To bring to light the secret of my birth. JOCASTA. Oh, as thou carest for thy life, give o’er This quest. Enough the anguish I endure. OEDIPUS. Be of good cheer; though I be proved the son Of a bondwoman, aye, through three descents Triply a slave, thy honor is unsmirched. JOCASTA. Yet humor me, I pray thee; do not this. OEDIPUS. I cannot; I must probe this matter home. JOCASTA. ’Tis for thy sake I advise thee for the best. OEDIPUS. I grow impatient of this best advice. JOCASTA. Ah mayst thou ne’er discover who thou art! OEDIPUS. Go, fetch me here the herd, and leave yon woman To glory in her pride of ancestry. JOCASTA. O woe is thee, poor wretch! With that last word I leave thee, henceforth silent evermore. [Exit JOCASTA] CHORUS. Why, Oedipus, why stung with passionate grief Hath the queen thus departed? Much I fear From this dead calm will burst a storm of woes.

OEDIPUS. Let the storm burst, my fixed resolve still holds, To learn my lineage, be it ne’er so low. It may be she with all a woman’s pride Thinks scorn of my base parentage. But I Who rank myself as Fortune’s favorite child, The giver of good gifts, shall not be shamed. She is my mother and the changing moons My brethren, and with them I wax and wane. Thus sprung why should I fear to trace my birth? Nothing can make me other than I am. CHORUS. (Str.) If my soul prophetic err not, if my wisdom aught avail, Thee, Cithaeron, I shall hail, As the nurse and foster-mother of our Oedipus shall greet Ere tomorrow’s full moon rises, and exalt thee as is meet. Dance and song shall hymn thy praises, lover of our royal race. Phoebus, may my words find grace! (Ant.) Child, who bare thee, nymph or goddess? sure thy sure was more than man, Haply the hill-roamer Pan. Of did Loxias beget thee, for he haunts the upland wold; Or Cyllene’s lord, or Bacchus, dweller on the hilltops cold? Did some Heliconian Oread give him thee, a new-born joy? Nymphs with whom he love to toy?

OEDIPUS. Elders, if I, who never yet before Have met the man, may make a guess, methinks I see the herdsman who we long have sought; His time-worn aspect matches with the years Of yonder aged messenger; besides I seem to recognize the men who bring him As servants of my own. But you, perchance, Having in past days known or seen the herd, May better by sure knowledge my surmise. CHORUS. I recognize him; one of Laius’ house; A simple hind, but true as any man. [Enter HERDSMAN.] OEDIPUS. Corinthian, stranger, I address thee first, Is this the man thou meanest! MESSENGER. This is he. OEDIPUS. And now old man, look up and answer all I ask thee. Wast thou once of Laius’ house? HERDSMAN. I was, a thrall, not purchased but home-bred. OEDIPUS. What was thy business? how wast thou employed? HERDSMAN. The best part of my life I tended sheep. OEDIPUS. What were the pastures thou didst most frequent? HERDSMAN. Cithaeron and the neighboring alps. OEDIPUS. Then there Thou must have known yon man, at least by fame? HERDSMAN. Yon man? in what way? what man dost thou mean? OEDIPUS. The man here, having met him in past times... HERDSMAN. Off-hand I cannot call him well to mind.

MESSENGER. No wonder, master. But I will revive His blunted memories. Sure he can recall What time together both we drove our flocks, He two, I one, on the Cithaeron range, For three long summers; I his mate from spring Till rose Arcturus; then in winter time I led mine home, he his to Laius’ folds. Did these things happen as I say, or no? HERDSMAN. ’Tis long ago, but all thou say’st is true. MESSENGER. Well, thou mast then remember giving me A child to rear as my own foster-son? HERDSMAN. Why dost thou ask this question? What of that? MESSENGER. Friend, he that stands before thee was that child. HERDSMAN. A plague upon thee! Hold thy wanton tongue! OEDIPUS. Softly, old man, rebuke him not; thy words Are more deserving chastisement than his. HERDSMAN. O best of masters, what is my offense? OEDIPUS. Not answering what he asks about the child. HERDSMAN. He speaks at random, babbles like a fool. OEDIPUS. If thou lack’st grace to speak, I’ll loose thy tongue. HERDSMAN. For mercy’s sake abuse not an old man. OEDIPUS. Arrest the villain, seize and pinion him! HERDSMAN. Alack, alack! What have I done? what wouldst thou further learn? OEDIPUS. Didst give this man the child of whom he asks?

HERDSMAN. I did; and would that I had died that day! OEDIPUS. And die thou shalt unless thou tell the truth. HERDSMAN. But, if I tell it, I am doubly lost. OEDIPUS. The knave methinks will still prevaricate. HERDSMAN. Nay, I confessed I gave it long ago. OEDIPUS. Whence came it? was it thine, or given to thee? HERDSMAN. I had it from another, ’twas not mine. OEDIPUS. From whom of these our townsmen, and what house? HERDSMAN. Forbear for God’s sake, master, ask no more. OEDIPUS. If I must question thee again, thou’rt lost. HERDSMAN. Well then—it was a child of Laius’ house. OEDIPUS. Slave-born or one of Laius’ own race? HERDSMAN. Ah me! I stand upon the perilous edge of speech. OEDIPUS. And I of hearing, but I still must hear. HERDSMAN. Know then the child was by repute his own, But she within, thy consort best could tell. OEDIPUS. What! she, she gave it thee? HERDSMAN. ’Tis so, my king. OEDIPUS. With what intent? HERDSMAN. To make away with it. OEDIPUS. What, she its mother. HERDSMAN. Fearing a dread weird. OEDIPUS. What weird? HERDSMAN. ’Twas told that he should slay his sire. OEDIPUS. What didst thou give it then to this old man?

HERDSMAN. Through pity, master, for the babe. I thought He’d take it to the country whence he came; But he preserved it for the worst of woes. For if thou art in sooth what this man saith, God pity thee! thou wast to misery born. OEDIPUS. Ah me! ah me! all brought to pass, all true! O light, may I behold thee nevermore! I stand a wretch, in birth, in wedlock cursed, A parricide, incestuously, triply cursed! [Exit OEDIPUS] CHORUS. (Str. 1) Races of mortal man Whose life is but a span, I count ye but the shadow of a shade! For he who most doth know Of bliss, hath but the show; A moment, and the visions pale and fade. Thy fall, O Oedipus, thy piteous fall Warns me none born of women blest to call. (Ant. 1) For he of marksmen best, O Zeus, outshot the rest, And won the prize supreme of wealth and power. By him the vulture maid Was quelled, her witchery laid; He rose our savior and the land’s strong tower. We hailed thee king and from that day adored Of mighty Thebes the universal lord.

(Str. 2) O heavy hand of fate! Who now more desolate, Whose tale more sad than thine, whose lot more dire? O Oedipus, discrowned head, Thy cradle was thy marriage bed; One harborage sufficed for son and sire. How could the soil thy father eared so long Endure to bear in silence such a wrong? (Ant. 2) All-seeing Time hath caught Guilt, and to justice brought The son and sire commingled in one bed. O child of Laius’ ill-starred race Would I had ne’er beheld thy face; I raise for thee a dirge as o’er the dead. Yet, sooth to say, through thee I drew new breath, And now through thee I feel a second death. [Enter SECOND MESSENGER.] SECOND MESSENGER. Most grave and reverend senators of Thebes, What Deeds ye soon must hear, what sights behold How will ye mourn, if, true-born patriots, Ye reverence still the race of Labdacus! Not Ister nor all Phasis’ flood, I ween, Could wash away the blood-stains from this house, The ills it shrouds or soon will bring to light, Ills wrought of malice, not unwittingly. The worst to bear are self-inflicted wounds. CHORUS. Grievous enough for all our tears and groans Our past calamities; what canst thou add?

SECOND MESSENGER. My tale is quickly told and quickly heard. Our sovereign lady queen Jocasta’s dead. CHORUS. Alas, poor queen! how came she by her death?

SECOND MESSENGER. By her own hand. And all the horror of it, Not having seen, yet cannot comprehend. Nathless, as far as my poor memory serves, I will relate the unhappy lady’s woe. When in her frenzy she had passed inside The vestibule, she hurried straight to win The bridal-chamber, clutching at her hair With both her hands, and, once within the room, She shut the doors behind her with a crash. “Laius,” she cried, and called her husband dead Long, long ago; her thought was of that child By him begot, the son by whom the sire Was murdered and the mother left to breed With her own seed, a monstrous progeny. Then she bewailed the marriage bed whereon Poor wretch, she had conceived a double brood, Husband by husband, children by her child. What happened after that I cannot tell, Nor how the end befell, for with a shriek Burst on us Oedipus; all eyes were fixed On Oedipus, as up and down he strode, Nor could we mark her agony to the end. For stalking to and fro “A sword!” he cried, “Where is the wife, no wife, the teeming womb That bore a double harvest, me and mine?” And in his frenzy some supernal power (No mortal, surely, none of us who watched him) Guided his

footsteps; with a terrible shriek, As though one beckoned him, he crashed against The folding doors, and from their staples forced The wrenched bolts and hurled himself within. Then we beheld the woman hanging there, A running noose entwined about her neck. But when he saw her, with a maddened roar He loosed the cord; and when her wretched corpse Lay stretched on earth, what followed—O ’twas dread! He tore the golden brooches that upheld Her queenly robes, upraised them high and smote Full on his eye-balls, uttering words like these: “No more shall ye behold such sights of woe, Deeds I have suffered and myself have wrought; Henceforward quenched in darkness shall ye see Those ye should ne’er have seen; now blind to those Whom, when I saw, I vainly yearned to know.” Such was the burden of his moan, whereto, Not once but oft, he struck with his hand uplift His eyes, and at each stroke the ensanguined orbs Bedewed his beard, not oozing drop by drop, But one black gory downpour, thick as hail. Such evils, issuing from the double source, Have whelmed them both, confounding man and wife. Till now the storied fortune of this house Was fortunate indeed; but from this day Woe, lamentation, ruin, death, disgrace, All ills that can be named, all, all

CHORUS. But hath he still no respite from his pain? SECOND MESSENGER. He cries, “Unbar the doors and let all Thebes Behold the slayer of his sire, his mother’s—” That shameful word my lips may not repeat. He vows to fly self-banished from the land, Nor stay to bring upon his house the curse Himself had uttered; but he has no strength Nor one to guide him, and his torture’s more Than man can suffer, as yourselves will see. For lo, the palace portals are unbarred, And soon ye shall behold a sight so sad That he who must abhorred would pity it. [Enter OEDIPUS blinded.] CHORUS. Woeful sight! more woeful none These sad eyes have looked upon. Whence this madness? None can tell Who did cast on thee his spell, prowling all thy life around, Leaping with a demon bound. Hapless wretch! how can I brook On thy misery to look? Though to gaze on thee I yearn, Much to question, much to learn, Horror-struck away I turn. OEDIPUS. Ah me! ah woe is me! Ah whither am I borne! How like a ghost forlorn My voice flits from me on the air! On, on the demon goads. The end, ah where? CHORUS. An end too dread to tell, too dark to see.

OEDIPUS. (Str. 1) Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, Wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud. Ah me, ah me! What spasms athwart me shoot, What pangs of agonizing memory? CHORUS. No marvel if in such a plight thou feel’st The double weight of past and present woes. OEDIPUS. (Ant. 1) Ah friend, still loyal, constant still and kind, Thou carest for the blind. I know thee near, and though bereft of eyes, Thy voice I recognize. CHORUS. O doer of dread deeds, how couldst thou mar Thy vision thus? What demon goaded thee? OEDIPUS. (Str. 2) Apollo, friend, Apollo, he it was That brought these ills to pass; But the right hand that dealt the blow Was mine, none other. How, How, could I longer see when sight Brought no delight? CHORUS. Alas! ’tis as thou sayest. OEDIPUS. Say, friends, can any look or voice Or touch of love henceforth my heart rejoice? Haste, friends, no fond delay, Take the twice cursed away Far from all ken, The man abhorred of gods, accursed of men. CHORUS. O thy despair well suits thy desperate case. Would I had never looked upon thy face!

OEDIPUS. (Ant. 2) My curse on him whoe’er unrived The waif’s fell fetters and my life revived! He meant me well, yet had he left me there, He had saved my friends and me a world of care. CHORUS. I too had wished it so. OEDIPUS. Then had I never come to shed My father’s blood nor climbed my mother’s bed; The monstrous offspring of a womb defiled, Co-mate of him who gendered me, and child. Was ever man before afflicted thus, Like Oedipus. CHORUS. I cannot say that thou hast counseled well, For thou wert better dead than living blind.

OEDIPUS. What’s done was well done. Thou canst never shake My firm belief. A truce to argument. For, had I sight, I know not with what eyes I could have met my father in the shades, Or my poor mother, since against the twain I sinned, a sin no gallows could atone. Aye, but, ye say, the sight of children joys A parent’s eyes. What, born as mine were born? No, such a sight could never bring me joy; Nor this fair city with its battlements, Its temples and the statues of its gods, Sights from which I, now wretchedst of all, Once ranked the foremost Theban in all Thebes, By my own sentence am cut off, condemned By my own proclamation ’gainst the wretch, The miscreant by heaven itself declared Unclean—and of the race of Laius. Thus branded as a felon by myself, How had I dared to look you in the face? Nay, had I known a way to choke the springs Of hearing, I had never shrunk to make A dungeon of this miserable frame, Cut off from sight and hearing; for ’tis bliss to bide in regions sorrow cannot reach. Why didst thou harbor me, Cithaeron, why Didst thou not take and slay me? Then I never Had shown to men the secret of my birth. O Polybus, O Corinth, O my home, Home of my ancestors (so wast thou called) How fair a nursling then I seemed, how foul The canker that lay festering in the bud! Now is the blight revealed of root and fruit. Ye triple high-roads, and thou hidden glen, Coppice, and pass where meet the three-branched ways, Ye drank my blood, the life-blood these hands spilt, My father’s; do ye call to mind perchance Those deeds of mine ye witnessed and the work I wrought thereafter when I came to Thebes? O fatal wedlock, thou didst give me birth, And, having borne me, sowed again my seed, Mingling the blood of fathers, brothers, children, Brides, wives and mothers, an incestuous brood, All horrors that are wrought beneath the sun, Horrors so foul to name them were unmeet. O, I adjure you, hide me anywhere Far from this land, or slay me straight, or cast me Down to the depths of ocean out of sight. Come hither, deign to touch an abject wretch; Draw near and fear not; I myself must bear The load of guilt that none but I can share. [Enter CREON.]

CREON. Lo, here is Creon, the one man to grant Thy prayer by action or advice, for he Is left the State’s sole guardian in thy stead. OEDIPUS. Ah me! what words to accost him can I find? What cause has he to trust me? In the past I have bee proved his rancorous enemy. CREON. Not in derision, Oedipus, I come Nor to upbraid thee with thy past misdeeds. (To BYSTANDERS) But shame upon you! if ye feel no sense Of human decencies, at least revere The Sun whose light beholds and nurtures all. Leave not thus nakedly for all to gaze at A horror neither earth nor rain from heaven Nor light will suffer. Lead him straight within, For it is seemly that a kinsman’s woes Be heard by kin and seen by kin alone. OEDIPUS. O listen, since thy presence comes to me A shock of glad surprise—so noble thou, And I so vile—O grant me one small boon. I ask it not on my behalf, but thine. CREON. And what the favor thou wouldst crave of me? OEDIPUS. Forth from thy borders thrust me with all speed; Set me within some vasty desert where No mortal voice shall greet me any more.

CREON. This had I done already, but I deemed It first behooved me to consult the god. OEDIPUS. His will was set forth fully—to destroy The parricide, the scoundrel; and I am he. CREON. Yea, so he spake, but in our present plight ’Twere better to consult the god anew. OEDIPUS. Dare ye inquire concerning such a wretch? CREON. Yea, for thyself wouldst credit now his word.

OEDIPUS. Aye, and on thee in all humility I lay this charge: let her who lies within Receive such burial as thou shalt ordain; Such rites ’tis thine, as brother, to perform. But for myself, O never let my Thebes, The city of my sires, be doomed to bear The burden of my presence while I live. No, let me be a dweller on the hills, On yonder mount Cithaeron, famed as mine, My tomb predestined for me by my sire And mother, while they lived, that I may die Slain as they sought to slay me, when alive. This much I know full surely, nor disease Shall end my days, nor any common chance; For I had ne’er been snatched from death, unless I was predestined to some awful doom. So be it. I reck not how Fate deals with me But my unhappy children—for my sons Be not concerned, O Creon, they are men, And for themselves, where’er they be, can fend. But for my daughters twain, poor innocent maids, Who ever sat beside me at the board Sharing my viands, drinking of my cup, For them, I pray thee, care, and, if thou willst, O might I feel their touch and make my moan. Hear me, O prince, my noble-hearted prince! Could I but blindly touch them with my hands I’d think they still were mine, as when I saw. [ANTIGONE and ISMENE are led in.] What say I? can it be my pretty ones Whose sobs I hear? Has Creon pitied me And sent me my two darlings? Can this be?

CREON. ’Tis true; ’twas I procured thee this delight, Knowing the joy they were to thee of old.

OEDIPUS. God speed thee! and as meed for bringing them May Providence deal with thee kindlier Than it has dealt with me! O children mine, Where are ye? Let me clasp you with these hands, A brother’s hands, a father’s; hands that made Lack-luster sockets of his once bright eyes; Hands of a man who blindly, recklessly, Became your sire by her from whom he sprang. Though I cannot behold you, I must weep In thinking of the evil days to come, The slights and wrongs that men will put upon you. Where’er ye go to feast or festival, No merrymaking will it prove for you, But oft abashed in tears ye will return. And when ye come to marriageable years, Where’s the bold wooers who will jeopardize To take unto himself such disrepute As to my children’s children still must cling, For what of infamy is lacking here? “Their father slew his father, sowed the seed Where he himself was gendered, and begat These maidens at the source wherefrom he sprang.” Such are the gibes that men will cast at you. Who then will wed you? None, I ween, but ye Must pine, poor maids, in single barrenness. O Prince, Menoeceus’ son, to thee, I turn, With the it rests to father them, for we Their natural parents, both of us, are lost. O leave them not to wander poor, unwed, Thy kin, nor let them share my low estate. O pity them so young, and but for thee All destitute. Thy hand upon it, Prince. To you, my children I had much to say, Were ye but ripe to hear. Let this suffice: Pray ye may find some home and live content, And may your lot prove happier than your sire’s.

CREON. Thou hast had enough of weeping; pass within. OEDIPUS. I must obey, Though ’tis grievous. CREON. Weep not, everything must have its day. OEDIPUS. Well I go, but on conditions. CREON. What thy terms for going, say. OEDIPUS. Send me from the land an exile. CREON. Ask this of the gods, not me. OEDIPUS. But I am the gods’ abhorrence. CREON. Then they soon will grant thy plea. OEDIPUS. Lead me hence, then, I am willing. CREON. Come, but let thy children go. OEDIPUS. Rob me not of these my children! CREON. Crave not mastery in all, For the mastery that raised thee was thy bane and wrought thy fall. CHORUS. Look ye, countrymen and Thebans, this is Oedipus the great, He who knew the Sphinx’s riddle and was mightiest in our state. Who of all our townsmen gazed not on his fame with envious eyes? Now, in what a sea of troubles sunk and overwhelmed he lies! Therefore wait to see life’s ending ere thou count one mortal blest; Wait till free from pain and sorrow he has gained his final rest. FOOTNOTES 1 (return) [ Dr. Kennedy and others render “Since to men of experience I see that also comparisons of their counsels are in most lively use.”]

2 (return) [ Literally “not to call them thine,” but the Greek may be rendered “In order not to reveal thine.”] 3 (return) [ The Greek text that occurs in this place has been lost.]

Oedipus, the blind and banished King of Thebes, has come in his wanderings to Colonus, a deme of Athens, led by his daughter Antigone. He sits to rest on a rock just within a sacred grove of the Furies and is bidden depart by a passing native. But Oedipus, instructed by an oracle that he had reached his final resting-place, refuses to stir, and the stranger consents to go and consult the Elders of Colonus (the Chorus of the Play). Conducted to the spot they pity at first the blind beggar and his daughter, but on learning his name they are horror-striken and order him to quit the land. He appeals to the world-famed hospitality of Athens and hints at the blessings that his coming will confer on the State. They agree to await the decision of King Theseus. From Theseus Oedipus craves protection in life and burial in Attic soil; the benefits that will accrue shall be told later. Theseus departs having promised to aid and befriend him. No sooner has he gone than Creon enters with an armed guard who seize Antigone and carry her off (Ismene, the other sister, they have already captured) and he is about to lay hands on Oedipus, when Theseus, who has heard the tumult, hurries up and, upbraiding Creon for his lawless act, threatens to detain him till he has shown where the captives are and restored them. In the next scene Theseus returns bringing with him the rescued maidens. He informs Oedipus that a stranger who has taken sanctuary at the altar of Poseidon wishes to see him. It is Polyneices who has come to crave his father’s forgiveness and blessing, knowing by an oracle that victory will fall to the side that Oedipus espouses. But Oedipus spurns the hypocrite, and invokes a dire curse on both his unnatural sons. A sudden clap of thunder is heard, and as peal follows peal, Oedipus is aware that his hour is come and bids Antigone summon Theseus. Self-guided he leads the way to the spot where death should overtake him, attended by Theseus and his daughters. Halfway he bids his daughters farewell, and what followed none but Theseus knew. He was not (so the Messenger reports) for the gods took him.

DRAMATIS PERSONAE OEDIPUS, banished King of Thebes. ANTIGONE, his daughter. ISMENE, his daughter. THESEUS, King of Athens. CREON, brother of Jocasta, now reigning at Thebes. POLYNEICES, elder son of Oedipus. STRANGER, a native of Colonus. MESSENGER, an attendant of Theseus. CHORUS, citizens of Colonus. Scene: In front of the grove of the Eumenides.

Enter the blind OEDIPUS led by his daughter, ANTIGONE. OEDIPUS. Child of an old blind sire, Antigone, What region, say, whose city have we reached? Who will provide today with scanted dole This wanderer? ’Tis little that he craves, And less obtains—that less enough for me; For I am taught by suffering to endure, And the long years that have grown old with me, And last not least, by true nobility. My daughter, if thou seest a resting place On common ground or by some sacred grove, Stay me and set me down. Let us discover Where we have come, for strangers must inquire Of denizens, and do as they are bid. ANTIGONE. Long-suffering father, Oedipus, the towers That fence the city still are faint and far; But where we stand is surely holy ground; A wilderness of laurel, olive, vine; Within a choir or songster nightingales Are warbling. On this native seat of rock Rest; for an old man thou hast traveled far. OEDIPUS. Guide these dark steps and seat me there secure. ANTIGONE. If time can teach, I need not to be told. OEDIPUS. Say, prithee, if thou knowest, where we are. ANTIGONE. Athens I recognize, but not the spot. OEDIPUS. That much we heard from every wayfarer. ANTIGONE. Shall I go on and ask about the place?

OEDIPUS. Yes, daughter, if it be inhabited. ANTIGONE. Sure there are habitations; but no need To leave thee; yonder is a man hard by. OEDIPUS. What, moving hitherward and on his way? ANTIGONE. Say rather, here already. Ask him straight The needful questions, for the man is here. [Enter STRANGER] OEDIPUS. O stranger, as I learn from her whose eyes Must serve both her and me, that thou art here Sent by some happy chance to serve our doubts— STRANGER. First quit that seat, then question me at large: The spot thou treadest on is holy ground. OEDIPUS. What is the site, to what god dedicate? STRANGER. Inviolable, untrod; goddesses, Dread brood of Earth and Darkness, here abide. OEDIPUS. Tell me the awful name I should invoke? STRANGER. The Gracious Ones, All-seeing, so our folk Call them, but elsewhere other names are rife. OEDIPUS. Then may they show their suppliant grace, for I From this your sanctuary will ne’er depart. STRANGER. What word is this? OEDIPUS. The watchword of my fate. STRANGER. Nay, ’tis not mine to bid thee hence without Due warrant and instruction from the State. OEDIPUS. Now in God’s name, O stranger, scorn me not As a wayfarer; tell me what I crave. STRANGER. Ask; your request shall not be scorned by me.

OEDIPUS. How call you then the place wherein we bide? STRANGER. Whate’er I know thou too shalt know; the place Is all to great Poseidon consecrate. Hard by, the Titan, he who bears the torch, Prometheus, has his worship; but the spot Thou treadest, the Brass-footed Threshold named, Is Athens’ bastion, and the neighboring lands Claim as their chief and patron yonder knight Colonus, and in common bear his name. Such, stranger, is the spot, to fame unknown, But dear to us its native worshipers. OEDIPUS. Thou sayest there are dwellers in these parts? STRANGER. Surely; they bear the name of yonder god. OEDIPUS. Ruled by a king or by the general voice? STRANGER. The lord of Athens is our over-lord. OEDIPUS. Who is this monarch, great in word and might? STRANGER. Theseus, the son of Aegeus our late king. OEDIPUS. Might one be sent from you to summon him? STRANGER. Wherefore? To tell him aught or urge his coming? OEDIPUS. Say a slight service may avail him much. STRANGER. How can he profit from a sightless man? OEDIPUS. The blind man’s words will be instinct with sight.

STRANGER. Heed then; I fain would see thee out of harm; For by the looks, marred though they be by fate, I judge thee noble; tarry where thou art, While I go seek the burghers—those at hand, Not in the city. They will soon decide Whether thou art to rest or go thy way. [Exit STRANGER] OEDIPUS. Tell me, my daughter, has the stranger gone? ANTIGONE. Yes, he has gone; now we are all alone, And thou may’st speak, dear father, without fear.

OEDIPUS. Stern-visaged queens, since coming to this land First in your sanctuary I bent the knee, Frown not on me or Phoebus, who, when erst He told me all my miseries to come, Spake of this respite after many years, Some haven in a far-off land, a rest Vouchsafed at last by dread divinities. “There,” said he, “shalt thou round thy weary life, A blessing to the land wherein thou dwell’st, But to the land that cast thee forth, a curse.” And of my weird he promised signs should come, Earthquake, or thunderclap, or lightning flash. And now I recognize as yours the sign That led my wanderings to this your grove; Else had I never lighted on you first, A wineless man on your seat of native rock. O goddesses, fulfill Apollo’s word, Grant me some consummation of my life, If haply I appear not all too vile, A thrall to sorrow worse than any slave. Hear, gentle daughters of primeval Night, Hear, namesake of great Pallas; Athens, first Of cities, pity this dishonored shade, The ghost of him who once was Oedipus. ANTIGONE. Hush! for I see some grey-beards on their way, Their errand to spy out our resting-place.

OEDIPUS. I will be mute, and thou shalt guide my steps Into the covert from the public road, Till I have learned their drift. A prudent man Will ever shape his course by what he learns. [Enter CHORUS] CHORUS. (Str. 1) Ha! Where is he? Look around! Every nook and corner scan! He the all-presumptuous man, Whither vanished? search the ground! A wayfarer, I ween, A wayfarer, no countryman of ours, That old man must have been; Never had native dared to tempt the Powers, Or enter their demesne, The Maids in awe of whom each mortal cowers, Whose name no voice betrays nor cry, And as we pass them with averted eye, We move hushed lips in reverent piety. But now some godless man, ’Tis rumored, here abides; The precincts through I scan, Yet wot not where he hides, The wretch profane! I search and search in vain. OEDIPUS. I am that man; I know you near Ears to the blind, they say, are eyes. CHORUS. O dread to see and dread to hear! OEDIPUS. Oh sirs, I am no outlaw under ban. CHORUS. Who can he be—Zeus save us!—this old man?

OEDIPUS. No favorite of fate, That ye should envy his estate, O, Sirs, would any happy mortal, say, Grope by the light of other eyes his way, Or face the storm upon so frail a stay? CHORUS. (Ant. 1) Wast thou then sightless from thy birth? Evil, methinks, and long Thy pilgrimage on earth. Yet add not curse to curse and wrong to wrong. I warn thee, trespass not Within this hallowed spot, Lest thou shouldst find the silent grassy glade Where offerings are laid, Bowls of spring water mingled with sweet mead. Thou must not stay, Come, come away, Tired wanderer, dost thou heed? (We are far off, but sure our voice can reach.) If aught thou wouldst beseech, Speak where ’tis right; till then refrain from speech. OEDIPUS. Daughter, what counsel should we now pursue? ANTIGONE. We must obey and do as here they do. OEDIPUS. Thy hand then! ANTIGONE. Here, O father, is my hand, OEDIPUS. O Sirs, if I come forth at your command, Let me not suffer for my confidence. CHORUS. (Str. 2) Against thy will no man shall drive thee hence. OEDIPUS. Shall I go further? CHORUS. Aye. OEDIPUS. What further still? CHORUS. Lead maiden, thou canst guide him where we will. ANTIGONE 4 * * * * * *

OEDIPUS. * * * * * * ANTIGONE. * * * * * * Follow with blind steps, father, as I lead. OEDIPUS. CHORUS. In a strange land strange thou art; To her will incline thy heart; Honor whatso’er the State Honors, all she frowns on hate. OEDIPUS. Guide me child, where we may range Safe within the paths of right; Counsel freely may exchange Nor with fate and fortune fight. CHORUS. (Ant. 2) Halt! Go no further than that rocky floor. OEDIPUS. Stay where I now am? CHORUS. Yes, advance no more. OEDIPUS. May I sit down? CHORUS. Move sideways towards the ledge, And sit thee crouching on the scarped edge. ANTIGONE. This is my office, father, O incline— OEDIPUS. Ah me! ah me! ANTIGONE. Thy steps to my steps, lean thine aged frame on mine. OEDIPUS. Woe on my fate unblest! CHORUS. Wanderer, now thou art at rest, Tell me of thy birth and home, From what far country art thou come, Led on thy weary way, declare! OEDIPUS. Strangers, I have no country. O forbear— CHORUS. What is it, old man, that thou wouldst conceal? OEDIPUS. Forbear, nor urge me further to reveal— CHORUS. Why this reluctance? OEDIPUS. Dread my lineage. CHORUS. Say! OEDIPUS. What must I answer, child, ah welladay!

CHORUS. Say of what stock thou comest, what man’s son— OEDIPUS. Ah me, my daughter, now we are undone! ANTIGONE. Speak, for thou standest on the slippery verge. OEDIPUS. I will; no plea for silence can I urge. CHORUS. Will neither speak? Come, Sir, why dally thus! OEDIPUS. Know’st one of Laius’— CHORUS. Ha? Who! OEDIPUS. Seed of Labdacus— CHORUS. Oh Zeus! OEDIPUS. The hapless Oedipus. CHORUS. Art he? OEDIPUS. Whate’er I utter, have no fear of me. CHORUS. Begone! OEDIPUS. O wretched me! CHORUS. Begone! OEDIPUS. O daughter, what will hap anon? CHORUS. Forth from our borders speed ye both! OEDIPUS. How keep you then your troth? CHORUS. Heaven’s justice never smites Him who ill with ill requites. But if guile with guile contend, Bane, not blessing, is the end. Arise, begone and take thee hence straightway, Lest on our land a heavier curse thou lay.

ANTIGONE. O sirs! ye suffered not my father blind, Albeit gracious and to ruth inclined, Knowing the deeds he wrought, not innocent, But with no ill intent; Yet heed a maiden’s moan Who pleads for him alone; My eyes, not reft of sight, Plead with you as a daughter’s might You are our providence, O make us not go hence! O with a gracious nod Grant us the nigh despaired-of boon we crave? Hear us, O hear, But all that ye hold dear, Wife, children, homestead, hearth and God! Where will you find one, search ye ne’er so well. Who ’scapes perdition if a god impel! CHORUS. Surely we pity thee and him alike Daughter of Oedipus, for your distress; But as we reverence the decrees of Heaven We cannot say aught other than we said.

OEDIPUS. O what avails renown or fair repute? Are they not vanity? For, look you, now Athens is held of States the most devout, Athens alone gives hospitality And shelters the vexed stranger, so men say. Have I found so? I whom ye dislodged First from my seat of rock and now would drive Forth from your land, dreading my name alone; For me you surely dread not, nor my deeds, Deeds of a man more sinned against than sinning, As I might well convince you, were it meet To tell my mother’s story and my sire’s, The cause of this your fear. Yet am I then A villain born because in self-defense, Striken, I struck the striker back again? E’en had I known, no villainy ’twould prove: But all unwitting whither I went, I went— To ruin; my destroyers knew it well, Wherefore, I pray you, sirs, in Heaven’s name, Even as ye bade me quit my seat, defend me. O pay not a lip service to the gods And wrong them of their dues. Bethink ye well, The eye of Heaven beholds the just of men, And the unjust, nor ever in this world Has one sole godless sinner found escape. Stand then on Heaven’s side and never blot Athens’ fair scutcheon by abetting wrong. I came to you a suppliant, and you pledged Your honor; O preserve me to the end, O let not this marred visage do me wrong! A holy and god-fearing man is here Whose coming purports comfort for your folk. And when your chief arrives, whoe’er he be, Then shall ye have my story and know all. Meanwhile I pray you do me no despite.

CHORUS. The plea thou urgest, needs must give us pause, Set forth in weighty argument, but we Must leave the issue with the ruling powers. OEDIPUS. Where is he, strangers, he who sways the realm? CHORUS. In his ancestral seat; a messenger, The same who sent us here, is gone for him. OEDIPUS. And think you he will have such care or thought For the blind stranger as to come himself? CHORUS. Aye, that he will, when once he learns thy name. OEDIPUS. But who will bear him word! CHORUS. The way is long, And many travelers pass to speed the news. Be sure he’ll hear and hasten, never fear; So wide and far thy name is noised abroad, That, were he ne’er so spent and loth to move, He would bestir him when he hears of thee. OEDIPUS. Well, may he come with blessing to his State And me! Who serves his neighbor serves himself. 5 ANTIGONE. Zeus! What is this? What can I say or think? OEDIPUS. What now, Antigone?

ANTIGONE. I see a woman Riding upon a colt of Aetna’s breed; She wears for headgear a Thessalian hat To shade her from the sun. Who can it be? She or a stranger? Do I wake or dream? ’Tis she; ’tis not—I cannot tell, alack; It is no other! Now her bright’ning glance Greets me with recognition, yes, ’tis she, Herself, Ismene! OEDIPUS. Ha! what say ye, child? ANTIGONE. That I behold thy daughter and my sister, And thou wilt know her straightway by her voice. [Enter ISMENE] ISMENE. Father and sister, names to me most sweet, How hardly have I found you, hardly now When found at last can see you through my tears! OEDIPUS. Art come, my child? ISMENE. O father, sad thy plight! OEDIPUS. Child, thou art here? ISMENE. Yes, ’twas a weary way. OEDIPUS. Touch me, my child. ISMENE. I give a hand to both. OEDIPUS. O children—sisters! ISMENE. O disastrous plight! OEDIPUS. Her plight and mine? ISMENE. Aye, and my own no less. OEDIPUS. What brought thee, daughter? ISMENE. Father, care for thee. OEDIPUS. A daughter’s yearning? ISMENE. Yes, and I had news I would myself deliver, so I came With the one thrall who yet is true to me. OEDIPUS. Thy valiant brothers, where are they at need?

ISMENE. They are—enough, ’tis now their darkest hour. OEDIPUS. Out on the twain! The thoughts and actions all Are framed and modeled on Egyptian ways. For there the men sit at the loom indoors While the wives slave abroad for daily bread. So you, my children—those whom I behooved To bear the burden, stay at home like girls, While in their stead my daughters moil and drudge, Lightening their father’s misery. The one Since first she grew from girlish feebleness To womanhood has been the old man’s guide And shared my weary wandering, roaming oft Hungry and footsore through wild forest ways, In drenching rains and under scorching suns, Careless herself of home and ease, if so Her sire might have her tender ministry. And thou, my child, whilom thou wentest forth, Eluding the Cadmeians’ vigilance, To bring thy father all the oracles Concerning Oedipus, and didst make thyself My faithful lieger, when they banished me. And now what mission summons thee from home, What news, Ismene, hast thou for thy father? This much I know, thou com’st not empty-handed, Without a warning of some new alarm.

ISMENE. The toil and trouble, father, that I bore To find thy lodging-place and how thou faredst, I spare thee; surely ’twere a double pain To suffer, first in act and then in telling; ’Tis the misfortune of thine ill-starred sons I come to tell thee. At the first they willed To leave the throne to Creon, minded well Thus to remove the inveterate curse of old, A canker that infected all thy race. But now some god and an infatuate soul Have stirred betwixt them a mad rivalry To grasp at sovereignty and kingly power. Today the hot-branded youth, the younger born, Is keeping Polyneices from the throne, His elder, and has thrust him from the land. The banished brother (so all Thebes reports) Fled to the vale of Argos, and by help Of new alliance there and friends in arms, Swears he will stablish Argos straight as lord Of the Cadmeian land, or, if he fail, Exalt the victor to the stars of heaven. This is no empty tale, but deadly truth, My father; and how long thy agony, Ere the gods pity thee, I cannot tell. OEDIPUS. Hast thou indeed then entertained a hope The gods at last will turn and rescue me? ISMENE. Yea, so I read these latest oracles.

OEDIPUS. What oracles? What hath been uttered, child? ISMENE. Thy country (so it runs) shall yearn in time To have thee for their weal alive or dead. OEDIPUS. And who could gain by such a one as I? ISMENE. On thee, ’tis said, their sovereignty depends. OEDIPUS. So, when I cease to be, my worth begins. ISMENE. The gods, who once abased, uplift thee now. OEDIPUS. Poor help to raise an old man fallen in youth. ISMENE. Howe’er that be, ’tis for this cause alone That Creon comes to thee—and comes anon. OEDIPUS. With what intent, my daughter? Tell me plainly. ISMENE. To plant thee near the Theban land, and so Keep thee within their grasp, yet now allow Thy foot to pass beyond their boundaries. OEDIPUS. What gain they, if I lay outside? OEDIPUS. Thy tomb, If disappointed, brings on them a curse. OEDIPUS. It needs no god to tell what’s plain to sense. ISMENE. Therefore they fain would have thee close at hand, Not where thou wouldst be master of thyself. OEDIPUS. Mean they to shroud my bones in Theban dust? ISMENE. Nay, father, guilt of kinsman’s blood forbids. OEDIPUS. Then never shall they be my masters, never! ISMENE. Thebes, thou shalt rue this bitterly some day! OEDIPUS. When what conjunction comes to pass, my child?

ISMENE. Thy angry wraith, when at thy tomb they stand. 6 OEDIPUS. And who hath told thee what thou tell’st me, child? ISMENE. Envoys who visited the Delphic hearth. OEDIPUS. Hath Phoebus spoken thus concerning me? ISMENE. So say the envoys who returned to Thebes. OEDIPUS. And can a son of mine have heard of this? ISMENE. Yea, both alike, and know its import well. OEDIPUS. They knew it, yet the ignoble greed of rule Outweighed all longing for their sire’s return. ISMENE. Grievous thy words, yet I must own them true.

OEDIPUS. Then may the gods ne’er quench their fatal feud, And mine be the arbitrament of the fight, For which they now are arming, spear to spear; That neither he who holds the scepter now May keep this throne, nor he who fled the realm Return again. They never raised a hand, When I their sire was thrust from hearth and home, When I was banned and banished, what recked they? Say you ’twas done at my desire, a grace Which the state, yielding to my wish, allowed? Not so; for, mark you, on that very day When in the tempest of my soul I craved Death, even death by stoning, none appeared To further that wild longing, but anon, When time had numbed my anguish and I felt My wrath had all outrun those errors past, Then, then it was the city went about By force to oust me, respited for years; And then my sons, who should as sons have helped, Did nothing: and, one little word from them Was all I needed, and they spoke no word, But let me wander on for evermore, A banished man, a beggar. These two maids Their sisters, girls, gave all their sex could give, Food and safe harborage and filial care; While their two brethren sacrificed their sire For lust of power and sceptred sovereignty. No! me they ne’er shall win for an ally, Nor will this Theban kingship bring them gain; That know I from this maiden’s oracles, And those old prophecies concerning me, Which Phoebus now at length has brought to pass. Come Creon then, come all the mightiest In Thebes to seek me; for if ye my friends, Championed by those dread Powers indigenous, Espouse my cause; then for the State ye gain A great deliverer, for my foemen bane.

CHORUS. Our pity, Oedipus, thou needs must move, Thou and these maidens; and the stronger plea Thou urgest, as the savior of our land, Disposes me to counsel for thy weal. OEDIPUS. Aid me, kind sirs; I will do all you bid. CHORUS. First make atonement to the deities, Whose grove by trespass thou didst first profane. OEDIPUS. After what manner, stranger? Teach me, pray. CHORUS. Make a libation first of water fetched With undefiled hands from living spring. OEDIPUS. And after I have gotten this pure draught? CHORUS. Bowls thou wilt find, the carver’s handiwork; Crown thou the rims and both the handles crown— OEDIPUS. With olive shoots or blocks of wool, or how? CHORUS. With wool from fleece of yearling freshly shorn. OEDIPUS. What next? how must I end the ritual? CHORUS. Pour thy libation, turning to the dawn. OEDIPUS. Pouring it from the urns whereof ye spake? CHORUS. Yea, in three streams; and be the last bowl drained To the last drop. OEDIPUS. And wherewith shall I fill it, Ere in its place I set it? This too tell. CHORUS. With water and with honey; add no wine. OEDIPUS. And when the embowered earth hath drunk thereof? CHORUS. Then lay upon it thrice nine olive sprays With both thy hands, and offer up this prayer.

OEDIPUS. I fain would hear it; that imports the most. CHORUS. That, as we call them Gracious, they would deign To grant the suppliant their saving grace. So pray thyself or whoso pray for thee, In whispered accents, not with lifted voice; Then go and look back. Do as I bid, And I shall then be bold to stand thy friend; Else, stranger, I should have my fears for thee. OEDIPUS. Hear ye, my daughters, what these strangers say? ANTIGONE. We listened, and attend thy bidding, father. OEDIPUS. I cannot go, disabled as I am Doubly, by lack of strength and lack of sight; But one of you may do it in my stead; For one, I trow, may pay the sacrifice Of thousands, if his heart be leal and true. So to your work with speed, but leave me not Untended; for this frame is all too week To move without the help of guiding hand. ISMENE. Then I will go perform these rites, but where To find the spot, this have I yet to learn. CHORUS. Beyond this grove; if thou hast need of aught, The guardian of the close will lend his aid.

ISMENE. I go, and thou, Antigone, meanwhile Must guard our father. In a parent’s cause Toil, if there be toil, is of no account. [Exit ISMENE] CHORUS. (Str. 1) Ill it is, stranger, to awake Pain that long since has ceased to ache, And yet I fain would hear— OEDIPUS. What thing? CHORUS. Thy tale of cruel suffering For which no cure was found, The fate that held thee bound. OEDIPUS. O bid me not (as guest I claim This grace) expose my shame. CHORUS. The tale is bruited far and near, And echoes still from ear to ear. The truth, I fain would hear. OEDIPUS. Ah me! CHORUS. I prithee yield. OEDIPUS. Ah me! CHORUS. Grant my request, I granted all to thee. OEDIPUS. (Ant. 1) Know then I suffered ills most vile, but none (So help me Heaven!) from acts in malice done. CHORUS. Say how. OEDIPUS. The State around An all unwitting bridegroom bound An impious marriage chain; That was my bane. CHORUS. Didst thou in sooth then share A bed incestuous with her that bare— OEDIPUS. It stabs me like a sword, That two-edged word, O stranger, but these maids—my own— CHORUS. Say on. OEDIPUS. Two daughters, curses twain. CHORUS. Oh God! OEDIPUS. Sprang from the wife and mother’s travail-pain.

CHORUS. (Str. 2) What, then thy offspring are at once— OEDIPUS. Too true. Their father’s very sister’s too. CHORUS. Oh horror! OEDIPUS. Horrors from the boundless deep Back on my soul in refluent surges sweep. CHORUS. Thou hast endured— OEDIPUS. Intolerable woe. CHORUS. And sinned— OEDIPUS. I sinned not. CHORUS. How so? OEDIPUS. I served the State; would I had never won That graceless grace by which I was undone. CHORUS. (Ant. 2) And next, unhappy man, thou hast shed blood? OEDIPUS. Must ye hear more? CHORUS. A father’s? OEDIPUS. Flood on flood Whelms me; that word’s a second mortal blow. CHORUS. Murderer! OEDIPUS. Yes, a murderer, but know— CHORUS. What canst thou plead? OEDIPUS. A plea of justice. CHORUS. How? OEDIPUS. I slew who else would me have slain; I slew without intent, A wretch, but innocent In the law’s eye, I stand, without a stain. CHORUS. Behold our sovereign, Theseus, Aegeus’ son, Comes at thy summons to perform his part. [Enter THESEUS]

THESEUS. Oft had I heard of thee in times gone by— The bloody mutilation of thine eyes— And therefore know thee, son of Laius. All that I lately gathered on the way Made my conjecture doubly sure; and now Thy garb and that marred visage prove to me That thou art he. So pitying thine estate, Most ill-starred Oedipus, I fain would know What is the suit ye urge on me and Athens, Thou and the helpless maiden at thy side. Declare it; dire indeed must be the tale Whereat I should recoil. I too was reared, Like thee, in exile, and in foreign lands Wrestled with many perils, no man more. Wherefore no alien in adversity Shall seek in vain my succor, nor shalt thou; I know myself a mortal, and my share In what the morrow brings no more than thine. OEDIPUS. Theseus, thy words so apt, so generous So comfortable, need no long reply Both who I am and of what lineage sprung, And from what land I came, thou hast declared. So without prologue I may utter now My brief petition, and the tale is told. THESEUS. Say on, and tell me what I fain would learn.

OEDIPUS. I come to offer thee this woe-worn frame, A gift not fair to look on; yet its worth More precious far than any outward show. THESEUS. What profit dost thou proffer to have brought? OEDIPUS. Hereafter thou shalt learn, not yet, methinks. THESEUS. When may we hope to reap the benefit? OEDIPUS. When I am dead and thou hast buried me. THESEUS. Thou cravest life’s last service; all before— Is it forgotten or of no account? OEDIPUS. Yea, the last boon is warrant for the rest. THESEUS. The grace thou cravest then is small indeed. OEDIPUS. Nay, weigh it well; the issue is not slight. THESEUS. Thou meanest that betwixt thy sons and me? OEDIPUS. Prince, they would fain convey me back to Thebes. THESEUS. If there be no compulsion, then methinks To rest in banishment befits not thee. OEDIPUS. Nay, when I wished it they would not consent. THESEUS. For shame! such temper misbecomes the faller. OEDIPUS. Chide if thou wilt, but first attend my plea. THESEUS. Say on, I wait full knowledge ere I judge. OEDIPUS. O Theseus, I have suffered wrongs on wrongs. THESEUS. Wouldst tell the old misfortune of thy race? OEDIPUS. No, that has grown a byword throughout Greece. THESEUS. What then can be this more than mortal grief?

OEDIPUS. My case stands thus; by my own flesh and blood I was expelled my country, and can ne’er Thither return again, a parricide. THESEUS. Why fetch thee home if thou must needs obey. THESEUS. What are they threatened by the oracle? OEDIPUS. Destruction that awaits them in this land. THESEUS. What can beget ill blood ’twixt them and me?

OEDIPUS. Dear son of Aegeus, to the gods alone Is given immunity from eld and death; But nothing else escapes all-ruinous time. Earth’s might decays, the might of men decays, Honor grows cold, dishonor flourishes, There is no constancy ’twixt friend and friend, Or city and city; be it soon or late, Sweet turns to bitter, hate once more to love. If now ’tis sunshine betwixt Thebes and thee And not a cloud, Time in his endless course Gives birth to endless days and nights, wherein The merest nothing shall suffice to cut With serried spears your bonds of amity. Then shall my slumbering and buried corpse In its cold grave drink their warm life-blood up, If Zeus be Zeus and Phoebus still speak true. No more: ’tis ill to tear aside the veil Of mysteries; let me cease as I began: Enough if thou wilt keep thy plighted troth, Then shall thou ne’er complain that Oedipus Proved an unprofitable and thankless guest, Except the gods themselves shall play me false. CHORUS. The man, my lord, has from the very first Declared his power to offer to our land These and like benefits.

THESEUS. Who could reject The proffered amity of such a friend? First, he can claim the hospitality To which by mutual contract we stand pledged: Next, coming here, a suppliant to the gods, He pays full tribute to the State and me; His favors therefore never will I spurn, But grant him the full rights of citizen; And, if it suits the stranger here to bide, I place him in your charge, or if he please Rather to come with me—choose, Oedipus, Which of the two thou wilt. Thy choice is mine. OEDIPUS. Zeus, may the blessing fall on men like these! THESEUS. What dost thou then decide—to come with me? OEDIPUS. Yea, were it lawful—but ’tis rather here— THESEUS. What wouldst thou here? I shall not thwart thy wish. OEDIPUS. Here shall I vanquish those who cast me forth. THESEUS. Then were thy presence here a boon indeed. OEDIPUS. Such shall it prove, if thou fulfill’st thy pledge. THESEUS. Fear not for me; I shall not play thee false. OEDIPUS. No need to back thy promise with an oath. THESEUS. An oath would be no surer than my word. OEDIPUS. How wilt thou act then? THESEUS. What is it thou fear’st? OEDIPUS. My foes will come— THESEUS. Our friends will look to that. OEDIPUS. But if thou leave me?