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Alas, alas, wretched that I am! Whither, whither am I borne in my misery? How is my voice swept abroad on the wings of the air? O thou horror of darkness that enfoldest me, visitant unspeakable, resistless, sped by a wind too fair! How is my soul pierced by the stab of these goads, and withal by the memory of sorrows! Yea, amid woes so many a twofold pain may well be thine to mourn and to bear. Ah, friend, thou still art steadfast in thy tendance of me,—thou still hast patience to care for the blind man!

Thy presence is not hid from me—no, dark though I am, yet know I thy voice full well.

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Man of dread deeds, how couldst thou in such wise quench thy vision? What more than human power urged thee? Apollo, friends, Apollo was he that brought these my woes to pass, these my sore, sore woes: Why was I to see, when sight could show me nothing sweet? These things were even as thou sayest. Say, friends, what can I more behold, what can I love, what greeting can touch mine ear with joy?

Wretched alike for thy fortune and for thy sense thereof, would that I had never so much as known thee! Had I died then, to my friends and to mine own soul I had not been so sore a grief. I also would have had it thus. I know not how I can say that thou hast counselled well: Show me not at large that these things are Jebb But deem ye that the sight of children, born as mine were born, was lovely for me to look upon? No, no, not lovely to mine eyes for ever! No, nor was this town with its towered walls, nor the sacred statues of the gods, since I, thrice wretched that I am,—I, noblest of the sons of Thebes,—have doomed myself Jebb After bearing such a stain upon me, was I to look with steady eyes on this folk?

Alas, Cithaeron, why hadst thou a shelter for me? When I was given to thee, why didst thou not slay me straightway, that so I might never have revealed my source to men? Ah, Polybus,—ah, Corinth, and thou that wast called the ancient house of my fathers, how seeming-fair was I your nurseling, and what ills were festering beneath!

For now I am found evil, and of evil birth. O marriage-rites, ye gave me birth, and when ye had brought me forth, again ye bore children to your child, ye created an incestuous kinship of fathers, brothers, sons,—brides, wives, mothers,—yea, all the foulest shame that is wrought among men! Approach,—deign to lay your hands on a wretched man;—hearken, fear not,—my plague can rest on no mortal beside.

Nay, here is Creon, in meet season for thy requests, crave they act or counsel; for he alone is left to guard the land in thy stead. Ah me, how indeed shall I accost him? For in the past I have been found wholly false to him.

I have not come in mockery, Oedipus, nor to reproach thee with any bygone fault. But ye, if ye respect the children of men no more, revere at least the all-nurturing flame of our lord the Sun,—spare to show thus nakedly a pollution such as this,—one which neither earth can welcome, nor the holy rain, nor the light. Nay, take him into the house as quickly as ye may; for it best accords with piety that Jebb And what wish art thou so fain to have of me?

Cast me out of this land with all speed, to a place where no mortal shall be found to greet me more. This would I have done, be thou sure, but that I craved first to learn all my duty from the god. Nay, his behest hath been set forth in full,—to Jebb Will ye, then, seek a response on behalf of such a wretch as I am? Aye, for thou thyself wilt now surely put faith in the god. Yea; and on thee lay I this charge, to thee will I make this entreaty: But for me—never let this city of my sire be condemned to have Jebb Howbeit of thus much am I sure,—that neither sickness nor aught else can destroy Edition: Nay, let my fate go whither it will: Grant it, prince, grant it, thou noble heart!

Ah, could I but once touch them with my hands, I should think that Jebb O ye gods, can it be my loved ones that I hear sobbing,—can Creon have taken pity on me and sent me my children—my darlings? Then blessed be thou, and, for guerdon of this errand, may heaven prove to thee a kinder guardian Jebb My children, where are ye? For you also do I weep—behold you I cannot—when I think of the bitter life in days to come which men will make Edition: To what company of the citizens will ye go, to what festival, from which ye shall not return home Jebb But when ye are now come to years ripe for marriage, who shall he be, who shall be the man, my daughters, that will hazard taking unto him such reproaches as must be baneful alike to my offspring and to yours?

For what misery is wanting? Your sire slew his sire, he had seed of her who bare him, and begat you at the sources of his own being! Such are the taunts that will be cast at you; and who then will wed? The man lives not, Jebb Ah, son of Menoeceus, hear me—since thou art the only father left to them, for we, their parents, are lost, both of us,—allow them not to wander poor and unwed, who are thy kinswomen, nor abase them to the level of my woes. Nay, pity them, when thou seest them at this tender age so utterly forlorn, save for thee.

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Signify thy promise, generous man, by the touch of thy hand! Thy grief hath had large scope enough: Knowest thou, then, on what conditions I will Edition: Thou shalt name them; so shall I know them when I hear. See that thou send me to dwell beyond this land. Thou askest me for what the god must give. Nay, to the gods I have become most hateful. Then shalt thou have thy wish anon.

Come, then,—but let thy children go. Nay, take not these from me! Crave not to be master in all things: Dwellers in our native Thebes, behold, this is Oedipus, who knew the famed riddle, and was a man most mighty; on whose fortunes what citizen did not gaze with envy? Behold into what a stormy sea of dread trouble he hath come! Therefore, while our eyes wait to see the destined final day, we must call no one happy who is of mortal Jebb Theseus, King of Athens.

Polyneices, the elder son of Oedipus. At Colonus, about a mile and a quarter N. Many years have passed since the events set forth in Oedipus the King. For some time after his fall, Oedipus had remained at Thebes: His daughter Antigone went forth from Thebes with her blind father, his sole attendant: After his expulsion, his sons were at first disposed to resign all claim to royal power in favour of their uncle Creon. But afterwards they fell to striving with each other for the throne; and Eteocles, the younger brother, gained it.

Polyneices was driven out of Thebes. He went to Argos, and there married the daughter of King Adrastus; with whose support he is now preparing to march against Thebes. Meanwhile an oracle has come from Delphi to Thebes. If Thebes is to prosper, the grave of Oedipus must be in Theban soil. If that grave be in Attica, Athens will prevail against Thebes. Thus the wanderer, old, blind, and destitute, carries with him a mysterious blessing of the gods on the place where he shall find rest.

Daughter of the blind old man, to what region have we come, Antigone, or what city of men? Who will entertain the wandering Oedipus to-day with scanty gifts? Little crave I, and win yet less than that little, and therewith am content; for patience is the lesson of suffering, and of the years in our long fellowship, and lastly of a noble mind.

Father, toil-worn Oedipus, the towers that guard the city, to judge by sight, are far off; and this place is sacred, to all seeming,—thick-set with laurel, olive, vine; and in its heart a feathered choir of nightingales makes music. So sit thee here on this unhewn stone; thou hast travelled a long way for an old man. Seat me, then, and watch over the blind. If time can teach, I need not to learn that. Canst thou tell me, now, where we have arrived? Athens I know, but not this place. Aye, so much every wayfarer told us.

Well, shall I go and learn how the spot is called? Nay, inhabited it surely is;—but I think there is no need;—yonder I see a man near us. Nay, he is at our side already. Speak as the moment prompts thee, for the man is here. Enter Stranger a man of Colonus. Stranger, hearing from this maiden, who hath sight for herself and for me, that thou hast drawn nigh with timely quest for the solving of our doubts—. And what is this ground?

To what deity sacred? Ground inviolable, whereon none may dwell: Who may they be, whose awful name I am to hear and invoke? The all-seeing Eumenides the folk here would call them: Then graciously may they receive their suppliant! Nay, for my part, I dare not remove thee without warrant from the city, ere I report what I am doing.

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All that I know, thou shalt learn from my mouth. Such, thou mayest know, stranger, are these haunts, not honoured in story, but rather in the life that loves them. Are there indeed dwellers in this region? Yea, surely, the namesakes of yonder god. Have they a king? Or doth speech rest with the folk?

These parts are ruled by the king in the city. And who is thus sovereign in counsel and in might? Theseus he is called, son of Aegeus who was before him. With what aim to speak, or to prepare his coming? That by small service he may find a great gain. And what help can be from one who sees not? In all that I speak there shall be sight. My child, say, is the stranger gone? He is gone, and so thou canst utter what thou wilt, father, in quietness, as knowing that I alone am near.

Queens of dread aspect, since your seat is the first in this land whereat I have bent the knee, show not yourselves ungracious to Phoebus or to myself; who, when he proclaimed that doom of many woes, spake of this as a rest for me after long years,—on reaching my goal in a land where I should find a seat of the Awful Jebb And he went on to warn me that signs of these things should come, in earthquake, or in thunder, haply, or in the lightning of Zeus.

Now I perceive that in this journey some faithful omen from you hath surely led me home to this grove: Then, goddesses, according to the word of Apollo, give me at last some way to accomplish and close my course,—unless, perchance, I seem beneath your grace, thrall that I am evermore to woes the sorest on the earth. Hear, sweet daughters of primeval Darkness! Hear, thou that art called the city of great Pallas,—Athens, of all cities most honoured!

Here come some aged men, I wot, to spy out thy resting-place. I will be mute,—and do thou hide me in the grove, apart from the road, till I learn how these men will speak; for in knowledge is the safeguard of our course. The Chorus elders of Colonus enter the orchestra, from the right of the spectators, as if in eager search. Give heed—who was he, then? Scan the ground, look well, urge the quest in every part. A wanderer that old man must have been,—a wanderer, not a dweller in the land; else never would he Edition: Oedipus stepping forward, with Antigone, from his place of concealment in the grove.

Behold the man whom ye seek! Regard me not, I entreat you, as a lawless one. Not wholly of the best fortune, that ye should envy him, O guardians of this land! Too far thou goest—too far! But, lest thy rash steps intrude on the sward of yonder voiceless glade, where the bowl of water blends its stream with the flow of honied offerings, be thou well ware of Jebb Daughter, to what counsel shall we incline?

My father, we must conform us to the customs Jebb Then give me thy hand. Strangers, oh let me not suffer wrong when I have trusted in you, and have passed from my refuge! Never, old man, never shall any one remove thee from this place of rest against thy will. Lead him onward, maiden, for thou understandest. A stranger in a strange land, ah, hapless one, incline thy heart to abhor that which the city holds in settled hate, and to reverence what she loves!

Lead me thou, then, child, to a spot where I Edition: Enough, I tell thee. Shall I sit down? Yea, move sideways and crouch low on the edge of the rock. Woe for the doom of a dark soul! Ah, hapless one, since now thou hast ease, speak,—whence art thou sprung? In what name art thou led on thy weary way? What is the fatherland whereof thou hast to tell us?

Strangers, I am an exile—but forbear What is this that thou forbiddest, old man? What is thy lineage, stranger,—speak! Speak,—for thou art driven to the verge. Then speak I will—I have no way to hide it. Ye twain make a long delay—come, haste thee! Have no fear of any words that I speak—. The Chorus drown his voice with a great shout of execration, half turning away, and holding their mantles before their eyes. The clamour of the Chorus continues Daughter, what is about to befall?

And thy promise—to what fulfilment wilt thou bring it? No man is visited by fate if he requites deeds which were first done to himself; deceit on the one part Jebb And thou—back with thee! Strangers of reverent soul, since ye have not borne with mine aged father,—knowing, as ye do, the rumour of his unpurposed deeds,—pity, at least, my Jebb On you, as on a god, we depend in our misery. By everything sprung from you that ye hold dear, I implore you, yea, by child—by wife, or treasure, or god!

Look well, and thou wilt not find the mortal who, if a god should lead him on, could escape. Nay, be thou sure, daughter of Oedipus, we pity thee and him alike for your fortune; but, dreading the judgment of the gods, we could not say aught beyond what hath now been said to thee. What good comes, then, of repute or fair fame, Jebb And where find I these things, when, after making me rise up from these rocky seats, ye then drive me from the land, afraid of my name alone? Not, surely, afraid of my person or of mine acts; since mine acts, at least, have been in suffering rather than doing—were it seemly that I should tell you the story of my mother or my sire, by reason whereof ye dread me—that know I full well.

I, who was but requiting a wrong, so that, had I been acting with knowledge, even then I could not be accounted wicked; but, as it was, all unknowing went I—whither I went—while they who wronged me knowingly sought my ruin. Wherefore, strangers, I beseech you by the gods, even as ye made me leave my seat, so protect me, and do not, while ye honour the gods, refuse to give those gods their due; but rather deem that they look on the god-fearing among men, and on the godless, and that Jebb With the help of those gods, spare to cloud the bright fame of Athens by ministering to unholy deeds; but, as ye have received the suppliant under your pledge, rescue me and guard me to the end; nor scorn me when ye look on this face unlovely to behold: But when the master is come, whosoever he be that is your chief, then shall ye Jebb The thoughts urged on thy part, old man, must needs move awe; they have been set forth in words not light; but I am content that the rulers of our country should judge in this cause.

And where, strangers, is the lord of this realm? He is at the city of his father in our land; and the messenger who sent us hither hath gone to fetch him. Think ye that he will have any regard or care for the blind man, so as to come hither himself? Yea, surely, so soon as he learns thy name. Who is there to bring him that message? The way is long, and many rumours from wayfarers are wont to go abroad; when he hears them, Edition: For thy name, old man, hath been mightily noised through all lands; so that, even if he is taking his ease, and slow to move, when he hears of thee he will arrive with speed.

Well, may he come with a blessing to his own city, as to me! What is it, Antigone, my child? I see a woman coming towards us, mounted on a colt of Etna; she wears a Thessalian bonnet to screen her face from the sun. What shall I say? Is it she, or is it not? Doth fancy cheat me? Yes—no—I cannot tell—ah me! It is no other—yes! What sayest thou, my child? That I see thy daughter and my sister;—thou canst know her straightway by her voice. Father and sister, names most sweet to me! How hardly have I found you! My child, thou hast come? Ah, father, sad is thy fate to see!

Thou art with us, my child! And it hath cost me toil. Touch me, my daughter! I give a hand to each. Ah, children—ah, ye sisters! Her life and mine? And mine, hapless, with you twain. Child, and why hast thou come? Through care, father, for thee. Through longing to see me? Yes, and to bring thee tidings by mine own mouth,—with the only faithful servant that I had.

And where are the young men thy brothers at our need? They are—where they are: O, true image of the ways of Egypt that they show in their spirit and their life! For there the men sit weaving in the house, but the wives go forth to win Jebb And thou, my child, in former days camest forth, bringing thy father, unknown of the Cadmeans, all the oracles that had been given touching Oedipus; and thou didst take on thee the office of a faithful watcher in my behalf, when I was being driven from the land.

On what mission hast thou set forth from home? For thou comest not empty-handed, well Jebb The sufferings that I bore, father, in seeking where thou wast living, I will pass by; I would not renew the pain in the recital. At first it was their desire that the throne should be left to Creon, and the city spared pollution, when they thought calmly on the blight of the race from of old, Jebb But now, moved by some god and by a sinful mind, an evil rivalry hath seized them, thrice infatuate! And the hot-brained youth, the younger born, hath deprived the elder, Polyneices, of the throne, and hath driven him from his father-land.

But he, as the general rumour saith among us, hath gone, an exile, to the hillgirt Argos, and is taking unto him a new kinship, and warriors for his friends,—as deeming that Argos shall Jebb These are no vain words, my father, but deeds terrible; and where the gods will have pity on thy griefs, I cannot tell.

What, hadst thou come to hope that the gods would ever look on me for my deliverance? Yea, mine is that hope, father, from the present oracles. What hath been prophesied, my child? And who could have good of such an one as I? When I am nought, in that hour, then, I am a man? Yea, for the gods lift thee now, but before they were working thy ruin. Well, know, at least, that Creon will come to thee in this cause—and rather soon than late. With what purpose, daughter? To plant thee near the Cadmean land, so that they may have thee in their grasp, but thou mayest not set foot on their borders.

And how can I advantage them while I rest beyond their gates? Thy tomb hath a curse for them, if all be not well with it. It needs no god to help our wit so far. Well, therefore they would fain acquire thee as a neighbour, in a place where thou shalt not be thine own master. Will they also shroud me in Theban dust? Then never shall they become my masters. Some day, then, this shall be a grief for the Cadmeans.

By force of thy wrath, when they take their stand at thy tomb. And who hath told thee what thou tellest, my child? Sacred envoys, from the Delphian hearth. And Phoebus hath indeed spoken thus concerning me? So say the men who have come back to Thebes. Hath either of my sons, then, heard this? Yea, both have heard, and know it well.

And then those base ones, aware of this, held the kingship dearer than the wish to recall me? Then may the gods quench not their fated strife, and may it become mine to decide this warfare whereto they are now setting their hands, spear against spear! For then neither should he abide who now holds the sceptre and the throne, nor should the banished one ever return; seeing that when I, their sire, was being thrust so shamefully from my country, they hindered not, nor defended me; no, they saw me sent forth Jebb Thou wilt say that it was mine own wish then, and that the city meetly granted me that boon.

Nay, never shall they win Oedipus Jebb Therefore let them send Creon to seek me, and whoso beside is mighty in Thebes. For if ye, strangers,—with the championship of the dread goddesses who dwell among your folk,—are willing to succour, ye shall procure a great deliverer for this State, and troubles for my foes. Right worthy art thou of compassion, Oedipus, thou, and these maidens; and since to this plea thou addest thy power to save our land, I fain would advise thee for thy weal.

Kind sir, be sure, then, that I will obey in all,—stand thou my friend. Now make atonement to these deities, to whom thou hast first come, and on whose ground thou hast trespassed. First, from a perennial spring fetch holy drink-offerings, Jebb And when I have gotten this pure draught? Bowls there are, the work of a cunning craftsman: With branches, or woollen cloths, or in what wise? Take the freshly-shorn wool of an ewe-lamb. Good; and then,—to what last rite shall I proceed?

Pour thy drink-offerings, with thy face to the dawn. With these vessels whereof thou speakest shall I pour them? Yea, in three streams; but empty the last vessel wholly. Tell me this also. With water and honey; but bring no wine thereto. And when the ground under the dark shade hath drunk of these? Lay on it thrice nine sprays of olive with both thine hands, and make this prayer the while.

That, as we call them Benign Powers, with hearts benign they may receive the suppliant for saving: Thus do, and I would Edition: Daughters, hear ye these strangers, who dwell near? We have listened; and do thou bid us what to do. I cannot go; for I am disabled by lack of strength and lack of sight, evils twain. But let one of you two go and do these things. For I think that one soul suffices to pay this debt for ten thousand, if it come with good will to the shrine.

Act, then, with speed; Jebb Then I will go to perform the rite; but where I am to find the spot—this I fain would learn. On the further side of this grove, maiden. And if thou hast need of aught, there is a guardian of the place, who will direct thee. So to my task: Dread is it, stranger, to arouse the old grief that hath so long been laid to rest: By thy kindness for a guest, bare not the shame that I have suffered! Seeing, in sooth, that the tale is wide-spread, Edition: Be content, I pray thee! I have suffered misery, strangers,—suffered it through unwitting deeds, and of those acts—be Heaven my witness!

But in what regard? By an evil wedlock, Thebes bound me, all unknowing, to the bride that was my curse Can it be, as I hear, that thou madest thy mother the partner of thy bed, for its infamy? Cruel as death, strangers, are these words in mine ears;—but those maidens, begotten Jebb What wilt thou say? These, then, are at once thine offspring, and Horror indeed—yea, horrors untold sweep back upon my soul! Thou hast suffered— Oe. Suffered woes dread to bear. Thou hast sinned— Oe.

A gift was given to me—O, broken-hearted that I am, would I had never won from Jebb What wouldst thou learn? Aye, slayer—yet have I a plea— Ch. What canst thou plead? Ye shall hear it; they whom I slew would have taken mine own life: Lo, yonder cometh our prince, Theseus son of Aegeus, at thy voice, to do the part whereunto he was Jebb For thy garb, and that hapless face, alike assure me of thy name; and in all compassion would I ask thee, ill-fated Oedipus, what is thy suit to Athens or to me that thou hast taken thy place here, thou and the hapless maiden at thy side.

Declare it; dire indeed must be the fortune told by Jebb Never, then, would I turn aside from a stranger, such as thou art now, or refuse to aid in his deliverance; for well know I that I am a man, and that in the morrow my portion is no greater than thine. Theseus, thy nobleness hath in brief words Jebb Thou hast rightly said who I am, from what sire I spring, from what land I have come; and so nought else remains for me but to speak my desire,—and the tale is told.

Even so—speak that—I fain would hear. I come to offer thee my woe-worn body as a gift,—not goodly to look upon; but the gains from it are better than beauty. And what gain dost thou claim to have brought? At what time, then, will thy benefit be shown? When I am dead, and thou hast given me burial. Yea, for by that boon I reap all the rest. Nay, then, this grace which thou cravest from me hath small compass.

Yet give heed; this issue is no light one,—no, verily. Meanest thou, as between thy sons and me? King, they would fain convey me to Thebes.

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But if to thy content, then for thee exile is not Jebb Nay, when I was willing, they refused. But, foolish man, temper in misfortune is not meet. When thou hast heard my story, chide; till then, forbear. I must not pronounce without knowledge. I have suffered, Theseus, cruel wrong on wrong. Wilt thou speak of the ancient trouble of thy race?