Ismene
Yet, O my sister, to remembrance call
Our father's fate; how odious, how defamed
He perish'd, when confounded with the sense
Of his offences, in his rage he rent
With his own hands his bleeding orbs of sight.
His mother then and wife, to ills on ills
A double title, in the wreathed noose
Died self-destroy'd. Our brothers now, both slain
Each by the other's spear, unhappy youths,
Have in one day one common fate achieved
We now remain sole relics of our house;
Think then how we shall perish by a fate
More wretched still, if we by force infringe
The sovereign pow'r and edict of our lords.
Consider too that we are women, weak
By nature, and unable to contend.
With men; thus subject to a stronger pow'r
We must hear this, and what may grieve us more.
I then (of those beneath the earth revered
Imploring pardon, since by force constrain'd)
Will yield obedience to our potent lords.
Attempts beyond our strength no prudence show....
I would not urge thee; nor, were now thy mind
Prompt to the deed, consent that thou shou'dst act
With me: be such as is thy will to be.
I will inter him; and performing this
Death will be glorious to me; I shall lie
With my dear brother, to my brother dear,
These pious rites discharged; for to the dead
Longer a grace is pleasing than to those
Who live; since there for ever I shall lie.
Do thou, if such thy pleasure, lightly deem
Of sacred things, the honours of the gods.
I hold them high in honour; but to act
By force against the state were rash and wild.
Make that thy fair pretence; but I will go,
And for my dearest brother raise a tomb.
Unhappy sister, how I fear for thee !
Fear not for me; be thy own life thy care.
Yet to none other thy intent disclose :
Conceal it: of my silence be assured.
No, speak it loud: more hateful wilt thou be
If silent; be it then proclaim'd to all.
Thou hast a warm heart in a dangerous act.
Pleasing, I know, this act to those whom most
Thy purpose; but the deed exceeds thy pow'r.
When my pow'r fails, I from th' attempt will cease.
Attempt not things which cannot be achieved.
Thou wilt be hated e'en by me, if thus
Thou speak, and justly by the dead be held
In hatred. Leave me then, and my design
Thus rash, to put this danger to the proof.
To me no sufferings have that hideous form
Which can affright me from a glorious death.
Go then, since thus resolved; but know th' attempt
Shows frenzy, though strong friendship to thy friends.