Theseus
Scene YIII.
O son of Laius ! long ere- this the tal«
Of thy disastrous fate, by many a tongue
Related, I had heard : thy eyes torn forth
By thy own desperate hand : and now I see
It was too true. Thy garb and dreadful aspect
Speak who thou art. Unhappy Qildipus,
I come to ask, in pity to thy woes.
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What 's thy request to Athens or to me —
Thine, or this hapless virgin on thy steps
Attendant. Speak ; for large must be the boon
1 would refuse thee. I have known too well,
Myself a wretched wanderer, the woes
Of cruel exile, not to pity thine :
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Of toils and dangers in a foreign land
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Much have I suffered ; therefore not to me
Shall the poor stranger ever sue in vain
For aid and safety. Mortals as we are,
Uncertain ever is to-morrow's fate,
Alike unknown to Theseus and to thee.
Q^Idi. Theseus, thy words declare thy noble nature,
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And leave me little to reply. Thou knowst
My story — who and whence I am ; no more
Remains, but that I tell thee my request,
And we have done.
Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Thomas Francklin (Translator). London. 1758–1759.