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Or wait thy further orders
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Or wait thy further orders
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Creon
Knowst thou not
Knowst thou not
Watchman
Thy speech is hateful \ Hence !
Thy speech is hateful \ Hence !
Messenger
Wherefore, my lord?
CiiEON. Know you not why?
Wherefore, my lord?
CiiEON. Know you not why?
Messenger
I but offend your ear,
They who have done the deed afllict your soul.
I but offend your ear,
They who have done the deed afllict your soul.
Creon
Away ! Thy talk but makes thy guilt appear.
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Away ! Thy talk but makes thy guilt appear.
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Messenger
My lord, I did not do it.
My lord, I did not do it.
Creon
Thou hast sold
Thy life for gain.
Thou hast sold
Thy life for gain.
Messenger
'Tis cruel to suspect me.
'Tis cruel to suspect me.
Creon
Thou talkst it bravely ; but remember all,
'Unless you do produce him, you shall find
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The miseries which on ill-got wealth await. \Exit.
Thou talkst it bravely ; but remember all,
'Unless you do produce him, you shall find
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The miseries which on ill-got wealth await. \Exit.
Messenger
Would he were found. That we must leave to
fate ;
Be it as it may, I never will return :
Thus safe beyond my hopes, 'tis fit I pay
My thanks to the kind gods who have preserved me.
Since first this active world began.
Nature is busy all in every part ;
But passing all in wisdom and in art,
Superior shines inventive man :
Fearless oibvintry winds and circling waves,
le ocean and the tempest braves ;
'him unwearied earth with lavish hand,
Immortal goddess, all her'bounty pours.
Patient beneath the rigid plough's command,
Year after year she yields her plenteous stores.
AiitistrojyJie i.
To drive the natives of the wood
From their rude haunts, or in the cruel snare,
To catch the winged inhabitants of air,
Or trap the scaly brood ;
To tame the fiery courser yet unbroke
With the hard rein, or to the untried yoke
To bend the mountain bull, who wildly free
O'er the steep rocks had wandered unconfined —
These are the arts of mortal industry,
And such the subtle power of humankind.
By learning, and fair science crowned.
Behold him now full-fraught with wisdom's lore,
The laws of nature anxious to explore.
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With depth of thought profound.
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But naught, alas ! can human wisdom see
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In the dark bosom of futurity.
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The power of wisdom may awhile prevail,
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Awhile suspend a mortal's fleeting breath,
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But never can her fruitless arts avail
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To conquer fate, or stop the hand of death.
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Man's ever-active changeful will
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Sometimes to good shall bend his virtuous mind,
Sometimes behold him to foul deeds inclined.
And prone to every ill.
Who guiltless keeps the laws is still approved
By every tongue, and by his country loved ;
But he who doth not, from his native land
A wretched exile, far, oh ! far from me
May he be driven, by angry Heaven's command,-
And live devote to shame and infamy !
Would he were found. That we must leave to
fate ;
Be it as it may, I never will return :
Thus safe beyond my hopes, 'tis fit I pay
My thanks to the kind gods who have preserved me.
Since first this active world began.
Nature is busy all in every part ;
But passing all in wisdom and in art,
Superior shines inventive man :
Fearless oibvintry winds and circling waves,
le ocean and the tempest braves ;
'him unwearied earth with lavish hand,
Immortal goddess, all her'bounty pours.
Patient beneath the rigid plough's command,
Year after year she yields her plenteous stores.
AiitistrojyJie i.
To drive the natives of the wood
From their rude haunts, or in the cruel snare,
To catch the winged inhabitants of air,
Or trap the scaly brood ;
To tame the fiery courser yet unbroke
With the hard rein, or to the untried yoke
To bend the mountain bull, who wildly free
O'er the steep rocks had wandered unconfined —
These are the arts of mortal industry,
And such the subtle power of humankind.
By learning, and fair science crowned.
Behold him now full-fraught with wisdom's lore,
The laws of nature anxious to explore.
330
With depth of thought profound.
330
But naught, alas ! can human wisdom see
330
In the dark bosom of futurity.
330
The power of wisdom may awhile prevail,
330
Awhile suspend a mortal's fleeting breath,
330
But never can her fruitless arts avail
330
To conquer fate, or stop the hand of death.
330
Man's ever-active changeful will
330
Sometimes to good shall bend his virtuous mind,
Sometimes behold him to foul deeds inclined.
And prone to every ill.
Who guiltless keeps the laws is still approved
By every tongue, and by his country loved ;
But he who doth not, from his native land
A wretched exile, far, oh ! far from me
May he be driven, by angry Heaven's command,-
And live devote to shame and infamy !
Chorus
\Exit.
Scene III.
Strophe i.
Stroj)lie 2.
Antistroplie. 2.
Amazement ! Can it be Antigone ?
Amazement ! Can it be Antigone ?
Antigone. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.