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You access,

d. Good luck be yours, and for this errand's sake

The Spirit (39) for you a better guardian make
Than e'er for me. Where are you, children?

Come to these hands; they are your brother's.

Have ministered to make these eyes, once bright,
Of your engendering sire have this for sight.
Because I would not look, I would not learn ;
Where I was digged I fathered you

in turn. More tears . . for you—to see you I've no

To think of all the bitter coming length
Of life that now the world will make


live. What gatherings or what festivals will give


will not go away
Tearfully home instead of holiday ?
And when you reach your bridal prime, oh then
Who will there be, my children, who of men
So bold to take upon himself the shame
Which blasts you as it blasts my parents' name?
What crime is missing here? Your father killed
His father, and the mother-ground he tilled
Where he himself was sown, and one and all,
Getter and got, have one original.
These will be your reproaches : who will marry?
Children, there will be none.
That you should wither barren and unwed.

Son of Menoeceus, in a father's stead
They've only you; for we are perished now,
The pair who gave them birth. Do not allow
Husbandless beggar waifs to bear your name;
And level not these girls to match my


'Tis necessary

Ill does their age their piteous fortune suit ;
But for your part, they're wholly destitute.
Give your assent, Sir,-touch me with your

Children, were you of years to understand,
I'd give you much advice: now, just this

Manage to live as season may allot

And better luck be yours than his that got you.

Cre. Far enough in lamentation. Now within the

house repair. Ed. Choice is none, and yet 'tis hard consenting. . Cre.

Fit alone makes fair. Ed. Know you now the charter of my going? Cre,

Speak : to hear's to know. d. Send me forth to dwell in exile. Cre.



ask must God bestow. @d. But of Gods I stand abhorrèd. Cre.

So shall you the boon obtain. @d. Say you Ay? Cre, I like not speaking where I know my words

are vain.

ad. Well, 'tis time, you must remove me. Cre.

Come, and let the children go. Ed. Rob me not of them, of them ! Cre.

You must not think in all to reign. Reign you had, and life is left you : honours

proved a faithless train. [Exeunt dipus, Creon, and the CHILDREN,

while the CHORUS speak the Epilogue.

Che. O inhabiters of Thebe, look, for this is Edipus, He that guessed the great enigma, he of men all

glorious : Him the people never envied, and he kept an

eye on doom; Yet what seas of ill engulf him, yet what awful

waves entomb! So until a mortal creature sees the final day of all, Happy let him while he waits and watches no

man living call Till the homeward race has touched the barrier

free from hurt or fall. [Exeunt omnes.


SCENE.—The Hill of Colonos near Athens. A road from

Left leads to the Sacred Grove of the Eumenides, which is fenced with natural rock : at some point in its circuit the rock affords a natural seat.

Enter dipus and ANTIGONE, weary and travel-stained,

by the road from L.
Ed. Child of the old man blind, Antigone,

What lands are these? In whose domains are we?
Who shall to dipus the homeless waif
The daily churlish dole to-day vouchsafe?
Little enough I ask for, and I gain
Less than my little. Let me not complain.
Suff'ring and Time-old comrade now he's

Teach patience: and noblesse is there to second.
But, child, if any place to sit be found
Whether in holy acre or common ground,
Set me and found me, while we ascertain
Our whereabouts. Strangers we come to ask

Of natives, and perform the bidden task.
Ant. Poor father, dipus, if sight be proof

The walls that case the town are far aloof.
But this is holy ground, as I suppose-
So rich the bay, the vine, the olive grows;

There chant within it nightingales thick-flown.
Here lay you down on this unpolished stone.

Long miles for aged limbs you've left behind. @d. Ay: settle me down here, and watch the blind.

[ANTIGONE leads him to the seat and composes

him there.
Ant. 'Tis not Time's fault, if you must tell me that !
Ed. Say, can you teach me what's the place we're at?
Ant. Athens (40)— I know so much, but not the spot.
Ed. That much from every passer-by we got.
Ant. Well, shall I ask direction somewhere near ?
Cd. Do so, child—if 'tis habitable here.

[A Man of the Country is descried approaching

Ant. Nay, better, 'tis inhabited. I doubt

We need not-for I see a man about.
Ed. This way approaching? He begins to move?


Ant. Why, no, for now he's reached us! Speak you can

As best the hour advises—here's the man. @d. Friend, since a seasonable scout you prove,

Well met to clear our hesitations-she

Whose eyes do duty for herself and me-
C. Before you question further, quit that seat :

You're on forbidden ground for human feet.
Ed. What ground is this? To what God dedicate ?
C. Inviolate, uninhabited, the site
Of dread powers, daughters of the Earth and

Ed. Teach me to pray them !

What's this name so
great ?

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