There then! touch the dead, thy children.
OEDIPUS
Woe for you! dear fallen sons, sad offspring of a sire as sad!
ANTIGONE
O my brother Polyneices, name most dear to me!
OEDIPUS
Now is the
oracle of Loxias being fulfilled, my child.
ANTIGONE
What
oracle was that? canst thou have further woes to tell?
OEDIPUS
That I should die in
glorious Athens after a life of wandering.
ANTIGONE
Where? what fenced town in Attica will take thee in?
OEDIPUS
Hallowed Colonus, home of the god of steeds. Come then, attend
on thy blind father, since thou art
minded to share his exile.
(OEDIPUS and ANTIGONE chant their remaining lines as they slowly
depart.)
ANTIGONE
To
wretched exile go thy way; stretch forth thy hand, my aged
sire,
taking me to guide thee, like a
breeze that speedeth barques.
OEDIPUS
See, daughter, I am advancing; be thou my guide, poor child.
ANTIGONE
Ah, poor indeed! the saddest maid of all in Thebes.
OEDIPUS
Where am I planting my aged step? Bring my staff, child.
ANTIGONE
This way, this way, father mine! plant thy footsteps here, like
dream for all the strength thou hast.
OEDIPUS
Woe unto thee that art driving my aged limbs in
grievous exile
from their land! Ah me! the sorrows I
endure!
ANTIGONE
"Endure"! why speak of
enduring? Justice regardeth not the
sinner and requiteth not men's follies.
OEDIPUS
I am he whose name passed into high songs of
victory because I
guessed the
maiden's baffling
riddle.
ANTIGONE
Thou art bringing up again the
reproach of the Sphinx. Talk no
more of past success. This
misery was in store for thee all the while,
to become an exile from thy country and die thou knowest not where;
while I, bequeathing to my girlish friends tears of sad regret, must
go forth from my native land, roaming as no
maiden ought.
Ah! this dutiful
resolve will crown me with glory in respect of my
father's sufferings. Woe is me for the insults heaped on thee and on
my brother whose dead body is cast forth from the palace unburied;
poor boy! I will yet bury him
secretly, though I have to die for it,
father.
OEDIPUS
To thy companions show thyself.
ANTIGONE
My own laments suffice.
OEDIPUS
Go pray then at the altars.
ANTIGONE
They are weary of my piteous tale.
OEDIPUS
At least go seek the Bromian god in his
hallowed haunt
amongst the
Maenads' hills.
ANTIGONE
Offering
homage that is no
homage in Heaven's eyes to him in whose
honour I once fringed my dress with the Theban fawn-skin and led the
dance upon the hills for the holy choir of Semele?
OEDIPUS
My noble fellow-countrymen, behold me; I am Oedipus, who solved
the famous
riddle, and once was first of men, I who alone cut short
the
murderous Sphinx's
tyranny am now myself expelled the land in
shame and
misery. Go to; why make this moan and bootless
lamentation? Weak
mortal as I am, I must
endure the fate that God
decrees.
CHORUS (chanting)
Hail
majestic Victory! keep thou my life nor ever cease to crown
my song! -THE END-
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