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d. Good luck be yours, and for this errand's sake
The Spirit (39) for you a better guardian make
in turn. More tears . . for you—to see you I've no
live. What gatherings or what festivals will give
will not go away
Son of Menoeceus, in a father's stead
Ill does their age their piteous fortune suit ;
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
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.
CEDIPUS UP AT COLONOS
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.
What lands are these? In whose domains are we?
Of natives, and perform the bidden task.
The walls that case the town are far aloof.
There chant within it nightingales thick-flown.
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
[A Man of the Country is descried approaching
We need not-for I see a man about.
Enter the COUNTRYMAN.
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-
You're on forbidden ground for human feet.
What's this name so