Well are thy vows address'd; nor vain those vows,
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But of much force, and lenient of our ills,
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Wou'dst thou with deep regard attend my words,
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Which I, to each related circumstance
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A stranger, and a stranger to the deed,
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Shall speak; for far my search could not extend,
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Having no mark to guide my steps. But now
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A Theban late enroll'd, to all of Thebes
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I give this charge. Whoe'er among you knows
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By whom the son of Labdacus was slain,
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Him I command t' unfold the whole to me.
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But if, through conscious guilt, he fears t' avow
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The deed, and charge himself; no harsher doom
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Awaits him, than to leave this land, unhurt.
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But if among you be a man, who knows
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Another, of another realm, whose hand
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Was with this blood polluted, let him speak,
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And not conceal the murderer; for from me
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Ample shall be his recompense, and thanks
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Added besides. But if ye will not speak,
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If fearing for himself, or for a friend,
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There be a man that disregards my words,
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What then shall be my solemn mandate hear.
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That man let none within this realm, whose throne,
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Whose empire I command, beneath his roof
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Receive, let none hold converse with him, none
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Admit him at the altars of the gods
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His vows, his offerings to partake, or share
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The cleansing laver; from your houses all
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Chase this pollution of our land; for thus
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To me the Pythian oracle declared
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Its will; thus therefore with the god I join
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Confederate, and the dead. But on the wretch
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Who did the deed, whether he lies conceal'd
A single ruffian, or with many leagued,
I imprecate this curse; his wretched days,
Cut off from all the social joys of life,
Let him wear out in misery. In my house
If I protect him, conscious of the deed,
May all these curses fall on me.
I charge on you; make you these solemn vows,
In zeal for me, for Phœbus, and this land
Thus of its fruits, and its protecting gods
Bereft. Nor ought we, though no voice divine
Impell'd us, unatoned to leave the blood
Of one so noble, of a monarch slain.
To trace this murderous deed my fortune now
Assigns to me, for mine the regal pow'r
Which once was his; his bed, his wife is mine;
Our children too, but that the adverse gods
Denied him children, had in common ties
Been close conjoin'd: but now disastrous fate
Hath burst upon his head. Therefore for him,
As for my father, vengeful will I rise,
Unwearied in th' attempt to find the man
That slew the son of Labdacus, whose blood
From Polydorus its illustrious 'stream
Derived, from Cadmus, and Agenor old.
To those who act not thus, I pray the gods
That the till'd earth may never yield its fruits,
And barren be their bed; beneath the ills,
Which now oppress us, let them waste, and feel
A fate yet more severe. But to the sons
Of Thebes, who with applause these things receive,
May justice join her aid, and all the gods
Be present always with propitious pow'r!