Messenger
And what 's more dreadful, no one saw the deed.
What I myself beheld you all shall hear.
Inflamed with rage, soon as she reached the palace,
Instant retiring to the nuptial bed.
She shut the door, then raved and tore her hair,
Called out on Lai us dead, and bade him think
On that unhappy son who murdered him
And stained his bed ; then turning her sad eyes
Upon the guilty couch, she cursed the place
Where she had borne a husband from her husband,
And children from her child ; what followed then
I know not, by the cries of CEdipus
Prevented, for on him our eyes were fixed
Attentive ; forth he came, beseeching us
To lend him some sharp weapon, and inform him
Where he might find his mother and his wife,
His children's wretched mother and his own.
Some ill-designing power did then direct him
Forcing the bolt, he rushed into the bed,
And found Jocasta, where we all beheld her,
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Entangled in the fatal noose, which soon
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As he perceived, loosing the pendant rope,
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Deeply he groaned, and casting on the ground
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His wretched body, showed a piteous sight
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To tlie beholders; on a sudden, thence
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Starting, he phicked from oft* the robe she wore
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A golden buckle that adorned her side.
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And buried in his eyes the sliai-pened point,
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Crying, he ne'er again would look on her,
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Never would see his crimes or miseries more,
Or those whom guiltless he could ne'er behold,
Or those to whom he now must sue for aid.
His hfted eyelids then, repeating still
These dreadful plaints, he tore ; whilst down his cheek
Fell showers of blood ! Such fate the wretched pair
Sustained, partakers in calamity.
Fallen from a state of happiness (for none
Were happier once than they) to groans and death,
Reproach and shame, and every human woe.