A
scheme of
villainy is soon bewrayed.
Thou art his father,
therefore canst not pay
In kind a son's most
impious outrages.
O listen to him; other men like thee
Have thankless children and are choleric,
But yielding to persuasion's gentle spell
They let their
savage mood be exorcised.
Look thou to the past, forget the present, think
On all the woe thy sire and mother brought thee;
Thence wilt thou draw this lesson without fail,
Of evil
passion evil is the end.
Thou hast, alas, to prick thy memory,
Stern monitors, these ever-sightless orbs.
O yield to us; just suitors should not need
To be importunate, nor he that takes
A favor lack the grace to make return.
OEDIPUS
Grievous to me, my child, the boon ye win
By pleading. Let it be then; have your way
Only if come he must, I beg thee, friend,
Let none have power to
dispose of me.
THESEUS
No need, Sir, to
appeal a second time.
It likes me not to boast, but be assured
Thy life is safe while any god saves mine.
[Exit THESEUS]
CHORUS
(Str.)
Who craves
excess of days,
Scorning the common span
Of life, I judge that man
A giddy wight who walks in folly's ways.
For the long years heap up a
grievous load,
Scant pleasures, heavier pains,
Till not one joy remains
For him who lingers on life's weary road
And come it slow or fast,
One doom of fate
Doth all await,
For dance and marriage bell,
The dirge and
funeral knell.
Death the
deliverer freeth all at last.
(Ant.)
Not to be born at all
Is best, far best that can befall,
Next best, when born, with least delay
To trace the
backward way.
For when youth passes with its giddy train,
Troubles on troubles follow, toils on toils,
Pain, pain for ever pain;
And none escapes life's coils.
Envy, sedition, strife,
Carnage and war, make up the tale of life.
Last comes the worst and most abhorred stage
Of unregarded age,
Joyless, companionless and slow,
Of woes the crowning woe.
(Epode)
Such ills not I alone,
He too our guest hath known,
E'en as some
headland on an iron-bound shore,
Lashed by the
wintry blasts and surge's roar,
So is he buffeted on every side
By drear
misfortune's whelming tide,
By every wind of heaven o'erborne
Some from the
sunset, some from
orient morn,
Some from the
noonday glow.
Some from Rhipean gloom of
everlasting snow.
ANTIGONE
Father,
methinks I see the stranger coming,
Alone he comes and
weeping plenteous tears.
OEDIPUS
Who may he be?
ANTIGONE
The same that we surmised.
From the outset--Polyneices. He is here.
[Enter POLYNEICES]
POLYNEICES
Ah me, my sisters, shall I first lament
My own afflictions, or my aged sire's,
Whom here I find a castaway, with you,
In a strange land, an ancient
beggar clad
In antic tatters, marring all his frame,
While o'er the sightless orbs his unkept locks
Float in the
breeze; and, as it were to match,
He bears a
wallet against hunger's pinch.
All this too late I learn,
wretch that I am,
Alas! I own it, and am proved most vile
In my
neglect of thee: I scorn myself.
But as
almighty Zeus in all he doth
Hath Mercy for co-partner of this throne,
Let Mercy, father, also sit enthroned
In thy heart
likewise. For transgressions past
May be amended, cannot be made worse.
Why silent? Father, speak, nor turn away,
Hast thou no word, wilt thou
dismiss me then
In mute
disdain, nor tell me why thou art wrath?
O ye his daughters, sisters mine, do ye
This
sullen,
obstinate silence try to move.
Let him not spurn, without a single word
Of answer, me the suppliant of the god.
ANTIGONE
Tell him thyself,
unhappy one, thine errand;
For large
discourse may send a
thrill of joy,
Or stir a chord of wrath or tenderness,
And to the tongue-tied somehow give a tongue.
POLYNEICES
Well dost thou
counsel, and I will speak out.
First will I call in aid the god himself,
Poseidon, from whose altar I was raised,
With
warrant from the
monarch of this land,
To parley with you, and depart unscathed.
These pledges, strangers, I would see observed
By you and by my sisters and my sire.
Now, father, let me tell thee why I came.
I have been banished from my native land
Because by right of primogeniture
I claimed possession of thy
sovereign throne
Wherefrom Etocles, my younger brother,
Ousted me, not by weight of precedent,
Nor by the last arbitrament of war,
But by his popular acts; and the prime cause
Of this I deem the curse that rests on thee.
So
likewise hold the soothsayers, for when
I came to Argos in the Dorian land
And took the king Adrastus' child to wife,
Under my standard I enlisted all
The
foremost captains of the Apian isle,
To levy with their aid that sevenfold host
Of spearmen against Thebes, determining
To oust my foes or die in a just cause.
Why then, thou askest, am I here today?
Father, I come a suppliant to thee
Both for myself and my
allies who now
With squadrons seven beneath their seven spears
Beleaguer all the plain that circles Thebes.
Foremost the
peerlesswarrior,
peerless seer,
Amphiaraiis with his
lightning lance;
Next an Aetolian, Tydeus, Oeneus' son;
Eteoclus of Argive birth the third;
The fourth Hippomedon, sent to the war
By his sire Talaos; Capaneus, the fifth,
Vaunts he will fire and raze the town; the sixth
Parthenopaeus, an Arcadian born
Named of that maid, longtime a maid and late
Espoused, Atalanta's true-born child;
Last I thy son, or thine at least in name,
If but the
bastard of an evil fate,
Lead against Thebes the
fearless Argive host.
Thus by thy children and thy life, my sire,
We all adjure thee to remit thy wrath
And favor one who seeks a just revenge
Against a brother who has banned and robbed him.
For
victory, if oracles speak true,
Will fall to those who have thee for ally.
So, by our fountains and familiar gods
I pray thee, yield and hear; a
beggar I
And exile, thou an exile
likewise; both
Involved in one
misfortune find a home
As pensioners, while he, the lord of Thebes,
O agony! makes a mock of thee and me.
I'll scatter with a
breath the upstart's might,
And bring thee home again and stablish thee,
And stablish, having cast him out, myself.
This will thy
goodwill I will undertake,
Without it I can scare return alive.
CHORUS
For the king's sake who sent him, Oedipus,
Dismiss him not without a meet reply.
OEDIPUS
Nay,
worthy seniors, but for Theseus' sake
Who sent him
hither to have word of me.
Never again would he have heard my voice;
But now he shall
obtain this
parting grace,
An answer that will bring him little joy.
O
villain, when thou hadst the
sovereignty
That now thy brother holdeth in thy stead,
Didst thou not drive me, thine own father, out,
An exile, cityless, and make we wear
This
beggar's garb thou weepest to behold,
Now thou art come thyself to my sad plight?
Nothing is here for tears; it must be borne
By _me_ till death, and I shall think of thee
As of my
murderer; thou didst
thrust me out;
'Tis thou hast made me conversant with woe,
Through thee I beg my bread in a strange land;
And had not these my daughters tended me
I had been dead for aught of aid from thee.
They tend me, they
preserve me, they are men
Not women in true service to their sire;
But ye are
bastards, and no sons of mine.
Therefore just Heaven hath an eye on thee;
Howbeit not yet with
aspect so austere
As thou shalt soon experience, if indeed
These banded hosts are moving against Thebes.
That city thou canst never storm, but first
Shall fall, thou and thy brother, blood-imbrued.
Such curse I
lately launched against you twain,
Such curse I now
invoke to fight for me,
That ye may learn to honor those who bear thee
Nor flout a sightless father who begat