O my loved sons ! the youthful progeny
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Of ancient Cadmus, wherefore sit you here
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And suppliant thus, with sacred boughs adorned,
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Crowd to our altars 1 Frequent sacrifice
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And prayers and sighs and sorrows fill the land.
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I could have sent to learn the fatal cause ;
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But see, your anxious sovereign comes himself
To know it all from you ; behold your king,
Kenowned CEdipus ; do thou, old man,
For best that office suits thy years, inform me,
Why you are come ; is it the present ill
That calls you here, or dread of future woe ?
Hard were indeed the heart that did not feel
For giief like yours, and pity such distress :
If there be aught that (Edipus can do
To serve his people, know me for your friend.
PitiEST. O king ! thou seest what numbers throng thy
Here, bending sad beneath the weight of years,
The hoary priests, here crowd the chosen youth
Of Thebes, with these a weak and suppliant train
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Of helpless infants, last in me behold
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The minister of J ove : far oft" thou seest
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Assembled multitudes, with laurel crowned,
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To where Minerva's hallowed temples rise
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Frequent repair, or wheie Ismenus laves
Apollo's sacred shrine : too well thou knowst
Thy wi-etched Thebes, with dreadful storms oppressed,
Scarce lifts her head above the whelming flood ;
The teeming earth her blasted harvest mourns,
And on the barren plain the flocks and herds
Unnumbered perish ; dire abortion thwarts
The mother's hopes, and painful she brings forth
The half-formed infant ; baleful pestilence
Hath laid our city waste, the fiery god
Stalks o'er deserted Thebes ; whilst with our groans
Enriched, the gloomy god of Erebus
Triumphant smiles. O (Edipus ! to thee
We bend ; behold these youths, with me they kneel,
And suppliant at thy altars sue for aid,
To thee the first of men, and only less
Than them whose favour thou alone canst gain,
The gods above ; thy wisdom yet may heal
The deep-felt wounds, and make the powers divine
Propitious to us. Thebes long since to thee
Her safety owed, when from the Sphynx delivered
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Thy gi-ateful people saw thee, not by man
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But by the gods instructed, save the land :
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Now then, thou best of kings, assist us now.
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Oh ! by some mortal or immortal aid
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Now succour the distress! On wisdom oft,
P And prudent counsels in the hour of ill,
Success awaits. O dearest prince ! support,
Relieve thy Thebes; on thee, its saviour once.
Again its ."•alls. Now, if thou wouldst not see
The mem'ry perish of thy former deeds,
Let it not call in vain, but rise, and save !
With happiest omens once and fair succeso
We saw thee crowned : oh ! be thyself again,
And may thy will and fortune be the same !
If thou art yet to reign, O king ! remember
A sovereign's riches is a peopled realm ;
For what will ships or lofty towers avail
Unarmed with men to guard and to defend them ?