Chorus
To none is vengeance destined, who repay.
Wrongs first received; and fraud opposed to fraud
Brings on the first deceiver punishment,
Not grace. So then, since thou hast left those seats,
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Hence with thy utmost speed, and quit this land,
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Nor further violate my country's peace.
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Strangers revering virtue, since your minds
Are adverse to my father old and blind,
Hearing report of deeds to which his will
Consented not, yet me, unhappy me,
Ye generous strangers, pity; I implore
Your pity, for my father I implore,
Blushing as to your eyes my eyes I raise,
Yet as deriving from your source my blood,
Pray you to reverence his afflicted age:
How godlike this! On you our hopes depend.
Assent, refuse not to my pray'rs this grace,
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I beg by all your souls hold dear, your wives,
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Your children, by your duty, by the god.
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View mortal man, none ever will you find,
If the god force him, that can shun his fate.
Oedipus at Colonus. Sophocles. Robert Potter (Translator). London. 1820.