Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus 216

Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus. Sir Richard C. Jebb. Cambridge, UK. 1885.

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αἰτεῖς· ἃ δ᾽ αἰτεῖς, τἄμ᾽ ἐὰν θέλῃς ἔπη
κλύων δέχεσθαι τῇ νόσῳ θ' ὑπηρετεῖν,
ἀλκὴν λάβοις ἂν κἀνακούφισιν κακῶν·
ἁγὼ ξένος μὲν τοῦ λόγου τοῦδ᾽ ἐξερῶ,
ξένος δὲ τοῦ πραχθέντος. οὐ γὰρ ἂν μακρὰν
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ἴχνευον αὐτός, μὴ οὐκ ἔχων τι σύμβολον.
νῦν δ᾽, ὕστερος γὰρ ἀστὸς εἰς ἀστοὺς τελῶ,
ὑμῖν προφωνῶ πᾶσι Καδμείοις τάδε·
ὅστις ποθ᾽ ὑμῶν Λάϊον τὸν Λαβδάκου
κάτοιδεν ἀνδρὸς ἐκ τίνος διώλετο,
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τοῦτον κελεύω πάντα σημαίνειν ἐμοί·
κεἰ μὲν φοβεῖται, τοὐπίκλημ᾽ ὑπεξελὼν
αὐτὸς καθ᾽ αὑτοῦ· πείσεται γὰρ ἄλλο μὲν
ἀστεργὲς οὐδέν, γῆς δ᾽ ἄπεισιν ἀσφαλής·
εἰ δ᾽ αὖ τις ἄλλον οἶδεν ἐξ ἄλλης χθονὸς
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τὸν αὐτόχειρα, μὴ σιωπάτω· τὸ γὰρ
κέρδος τελῶ ἐγὼ χἠ χάρις προσκείσεται.
εἰ δ᾽ αὖ σιωπήσεσθε, καί τις ἢ φίλου
δείσας ἀπώσει τοὔπος ἢ χαὐτοῦ τόδε,
ἁκ τῶνδε δράσω, ταῦτα χρὴ κλύειν ἐμοῦ.
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τὸν ἄνδρ᾽ ἀπαυδῶ τοῦτον, ὅστις ἐστί, γῆς
τῆσδ᾽, ἧς ἐγὼ κράτη τε καὶ θρόνους νέμω,
μήτ᾽ ἐσδέχεσθαι μήτε προσφωνεῖν τινά,
μήτ᾽ ἐν θεῶν εὐχαῖσι μήτε θύμασιν
κοινὸν ποιεῖσθαι, μήτε χέρνιβος νέμειν·
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ὠθεῖν δ᾽ ἀπ᾿ οἴκων πάντας, ὡς μιάσματος
τοῦδ᾽ ἡμὶν ὄντος, ὡς τὸ Πυθικὸν θεοῦ
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μαντεῖον ἐξέφηνεν ἀρτίως ἐμοί.
ἐγὼ μὲν οὖν τοιόσδε τῷ τε δαίμονι
τῷ τ᾿ ἀνδρὶ τῷ θανόντι σύμμαχος πέλω·
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κατεύχομαι δὲ τὸν δεδρακότʼ, εἴτε τις
εἷς ὢν λέληθεν εἶτε πλειόνων μέτα,
κακὸν κακῶς νιν *ἄμορον ἐκτρῖψαι βίον.
ἐπεύχομαι δ᾽, οἴκοισιν εἰ ξυνέστιος
ἐν τοῖς ἐμοῖς γένοιτ' ἐμοῦ συνειδότος,
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παθεῖν ἅπερ τοῖσδ᾽ ἀρτίως ἠρασάμην.
ὑμῖν δὲ ταῦτα πάντ᾽ ἐπισκήπτω τελεῖν,
ὑπέρ τ᾿ ἐμαυτοῦ, τοῦ θεοῦ τε, τῆσδέ τε
γῆς ὧδ᾽ ἀκάρπως κἀθέως ἐφθαρμένης.
οὐδ᾽ εἰ γὰρ ἦν τὸ πρᾶγμα μὴ θεήλατον,
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ἀκάθαρτον ὑμᾶς εἰκὸς ἦν οὕτως ἐᾶν,
ἀνδρός γ᾽ ἀρίστου βασιλέως τ᾿ ὀλωλότος,
ἀλλ᾽ ἐξερευνᾶν· νῦν δ᾽ ἐπεὶ κυρῶ *γ᾿ ἐγὼ
ἔχων μὲν ἀρχάς, ἃς ἐκεῖνος εἶχε πρίν,
ἔχων δὲ λέκτρα καὶ γυναῖχ᾽ ὁμόσπορον,
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κοινῶν τε παίδων κοίν᾿ ἄν, εἰ κείνῳ γένος
μὴ ᾿δυστύχησεν, ἦν ἂν ἐκπεφυκότα,
νῦν δ᾽ ἐς τὸ κείνου κρᾶτ᾽ ἐνήλαθ᾽ ἡ τύχης
ἀνθ᾽ ὧν ἐγὼ τάδ', ὡσπερεὶ τοὐμοῦ πατρός,
ὑπερμαχοῦμαι κἀπὶ πάντ' ἀφίξομαι
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ζητῶν τὸν αὐτόχειρα τοῦ φόνου λαβεῖν
τῷ Λαβδακείῳ παιδὶ Πολυδώρου τε καὶ
τοῦ πρόσθε Κάδμου τοῦ πάλαι τ᾿ Ἀγήνορος.
καὶ ταῦτα τοῖς μὴ δρῶσιν εὔχομαι θεοὺς
μήτ᾽ ἄροτον αὐτοῖς *γῆς ἀνιέναι τινὰ
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μήτ᾽ οὖν γυναικῶν παῖδας, ἀλλὰ τῷ πότμῳ
τῷ νῦν φθερεῖσθαι κἄτι τοῦδ᾽ ἐχθίονι·
ὑμῖν δὲ τοῖς ἄλλοισι Καδμείοις, ὅσοις
τάδ᾽ ἔστ᾽ ἀρέσκονθ', ἥ τε σύμμαχος Δίκη
χοἰ πάντες εὖ ξυνεῖεν εἰσαεὶ θεοί.
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ὥσπερ μ' ἀραῖον ἔλαβες, ὧδ᾽, ἄναξ, ἐρῶ.
οὔτ᾽ ἔκτανον γὰρ οὔτε τὸν κτανόντ᾽ ἔχω
δεῖξαι. τὸ δὲ ζήτημα τοῦ πέμψαντος ἦν
Φοίβου τόδ' εἰπεῖν, ὅστις εἴργασταί ποτε.
ὦ πάντα νωμῶν Τειρεσία, διδακτά τε
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ἄρρητά τ', οὐράνιά τε καὶ χθονοστιβῆ,
πόλιν μέν, εἰ καὶ μὴ βλέπεις, φρονεῖς δ᾽ ὅμως
οἵᾳ νόσῳ σύνεστιν· ἧς σε προστάτην
σωτῆρά τ᾽, ὦναξ, μοῦνον ἐξευρίσκομεν.
Φοῖβος γάρ, εἰ καὶ μὴ κλύεις τῶν ἀγγέλων,
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πέμψασιν ἡμῖν ἀντέπεμψεν, ἔκλυσιν
μόνην ἂν ἐλθεῖν τοῦδε τοῦ νοσήματος,
εἰ τοὺς κτανόντας Λάϊον μαθόντες εὖ
κτείναιμεν, ἢ γῆς φυγάδας ἐκπεμψαίμεθα.
σὺ δ᾽ οὖν φθονήσας μήτ' ἀπ᾿ οἰωνῶν φάτιν
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μήτ' εἴ τινʼ ἄλλην μαντικῆς ἔχεις ὁδόν,
ῥῦσαι σεαυτὸν καὶ πόλιν, ῥῦσαι δ᾽ ἐμέ,
ῥῦσαι δὲ πᾶν μίασμα τοῦ τεθνηκότος.
ἐν σοὶ γὰρ ἐσμέν· ἄνδρα δ᾽ ὠφελεῖν ἀφ᾽ ὧν
ἔχοι τε καὶ δύναιτο κάλλιστος πόνων.
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ΤΕΙΡΕΣΙΑΣ.
φεῦ φεῦ, φρονεῖν ὡς δεινὸν ἔνθα μὴ τέλη
λύῃ φρονοῦντι, ταῦτα γὰρ καλῶς ἐγὼ
εἰδὼς διώλεσʼ· οὐ γὰρ ἂν δεῦρ᾽ ἱκόμην.
τί φής; ξυνειδὼς οὐ φράσεις, ἀλλ᾽ ἐννοεῖς
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ἡμᾶς προδοῦναι καὶ καταφθεῖραι πόλιν;
οὕτως ἀναιδῶς ἐξεκίνησας τόδε
τὸ ῥῆμα; καὶ ποῦ τοῦτο φεύξεσθαι δοκεῖς;
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ὦ πλοῦτε καὶ τυραννὶ καὶ τέχνη τέχνης
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ὑπερφέρουσα τῷ πολυζήλῳ βίῳ,
ὅσος παρ᾽ ὑμῖν ὁ φθόνος φυλάσσεται,
εἰ τῆσδέ γ' ἀρχῆς οὕνεχ᾽, ἣν ἐμοὶ πόλις
δωρητόν, οὐκ αἰτητόν, εἰσεχείρισεν,
ταύτης Κρέων ὁ πιστός, οὐξ ἀρχῆς φίλος
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λάθρα μ᾽ ὑπελθὼν ἐκβαλεῖν ἱμείρεται,
ὑφεὶς μάγον τοιόνδε μηχανορράφον,
δόλιον ἀγύρτην, ὅστις ἐν τοῖς κέρδεσιν
μόνον δέδορκε, τὴν τέχνην δ᾽ ἔφυ τυφλός.
ἐπεί, φέρ᾽ εἰπέ, ποῦ σὺ μάντις εἶ σαφής;
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πῶς οὐχ, ὅθ᾽ ἡ ῥαψῳδὸς ἐνθάδ᾽ ἦν κύων,
ηὔδας τι τοῖσδ᾽ ἀστοῖσιν ἐκλυτήριον;
καίτοι τό γ' αἴνιγμ᾽ οὐχὶ τοὐπιόντος ἦν
ἀνδρὸς διειπεῖν, ἀλλὰ μαντείας ἔδει·
ἣν οὔτ᾽ ἀπ᾿ οἰωνῶν σὺ προὐφάνης ἔχων
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οὔτ᾽ ἐκ θεῶν τοῦ γνωτόν· ἀλλ᾽ ἐγὼ μολών,
ὁ μηδὲν εἰδὼς Οἰδίπους, ἔπαυσά νιν,
γνώμῃ κυρήσας οὐδ᾽ ἀπ᾿ οἰωνῶν μαθών·
ὃν δὴ σὺ πειρᾷς ἐκβαλεῖν, δοκῶν θρόνοις
παραστατήσειν τοῖς Κρεοντείοις πέλας.
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κλαίων δοκεῖς μοι καὶ σὺ χώ συνθεὶς τάδε
ἁγηλατήσειν· εἰ δὲ μὴ ᾿δόκεις γέρων
εἶναι, παθὼν ἔγνως ἂν οἷά περ φρονεῖς.
εἰ καὶ τυραννεῖς, ἐξισωτέον τὸ γοῦν
ἴσ᾽ ἀντιλέξαι· τοῦδε γὰρ κἀγὼ κρατῶ.
οὐ γάρ τι σοὶ ζῶ δοῦλος, ἀλλὰ Λοξίᾳ·
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ὥστ᾽ οὐ Κρέοντος προστάτου γεγράψομαι.
λέγω δ᾽, ἐπειδὴ καὶ τυφλόν μ' ὠνείδισας·
σὺ καὶ δέδορκας κοὐ βλέπεις ἵνʼ εἶ κακοῦ,
οὐδ᾽ ἔνθα ναίεις, οὐδ᾽ ὅτων οἰκεῖς μέτα.
ἆρ' οἶσθ᾽ ἀφ᾽ ὧν εἶ; καὶ λέληθας ἐχθρὸς ὢν
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τοῖς σοῖσιν αὐτοῦ νέρθε κἀπὶ γῆς ἄνω,
καί σ᾽ ἀμφιπλὴξ μητρός τε καὶ τοῦ σοῦ πατρὸς
ἐλᾷ ποτ᾿ ἐκ γῆς τῆσδε δεινόπους ἀρά,
βλέποντα νῦν μὲν ὄρθ᾽, ἔπειτα δὲ σκότον.
βοῆς δὲ τῆς σῆς ποῖος οὐκ ἔσται λιμήν,
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ποῖος Κιθαιρὼν οὐχὶ σύμφωνος τάχα,
ὅταν καταίσθῃ τὸν ὑμέναιον, ὃν δόμοις
ἄνορμον εἰσέπλευσας, εὐπλοίας τυχών;
ἄλλων δὲ πλῆθος οὐκ ἐπαισθάνει κακῶν,
ἅ σ᾽ ἐξισώσει σοί τε καὶ τοῖς σοῖς τέκνοις.
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πρὸς ταῦτα καὶ Κρέοντα καὶ τοὐμὸν στόμα
προπηλάκιζε. σοῦ γὰρ οὐκ ἔστιν βροτῶν
κάκιον ὅστις ἐκτριβήσεταί ποτε.
ἦ ταῦτα δῆτ᾽ ἀνεκτὰ πρὸς τούτου κλύειν;
οὐκ εἰς ὄλεθρον; οὐχὶ θᾶσσον; οὐ πάλιν
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ἄψορρος οἴκων τῶνδ᾽ ἀποστραφεὶς ἄπει;
εἰπὼν ἄπειμ᾽ ὧν εἵνεκ᾽ ἦλθον, οὐ τὸ σὸν
δείσας πρόσωπον· οὐ γὰρ ἔσθ᾽ ὅπου μ᾽ ὀλεῖς.
λέγω δέ σοι· τὸν ἄνδρα τοῦτον, ὃν πάλαι
ζητεῖς ἀπειλῶν κἀνακηρύσσων φόνον
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τὸν Λαΐειον, οὗτός ἐστιν ἐνθάδε,
ξένος λόγῳ μέτοικος, εἶτα δ᾽ ἐγγενὴς
φανήσεται Θηβαῖος, οὐδ᾽ ἡσθήσεται
τῇ ξυμφορᾷ· τυφλὸς γὰρ ἐκ δεδορκότος
καὶ πτωχὸς ἀντὶ πλουσίου ξένην ἔπι
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σκήπτρῳ προδεικνὺς γαῖαν ἐμπορεύσεται.
φανήσεται δὲ παισὶ τοῖς αὑτοῦ ξυνὼν
ἀδελφὸς αὐτὸς καὶ πατήρ, κἀξ ἧς ἔφυ
γυναικὸς υἱὸς καὶ πόσις, καὶ τοῦ πατρὸς
ὁμόσπορός τε καὶ φονεύς. καὶ ταῦτʼ ἰὼν
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εἴσω λογίζου· κἂν λάβῃς ἐψευσμένον,
φάσκειν ἔμ᾽ ἤδη μαντικῇ μηδὲν φρονεῖν.
Greek (F. Storr, 1912) (OCR draft) Experimental (Greek (F. Storr, 1912)) — 216-462 focus
Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 216 focus
Your prayers are answered. Succour and relief
Are yours, if ye will heed my voice and yield
What help the plague requires. Hear it from me,
Who am hitherto a stranger to the tale,
As to the crime. Being nought concerned therewith,
I could not of myself divine the truth.
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But now, as one adopted to your state,
To all of you Cadmeans I speak this:
Whoe’er among you knoweth the murderer
Of Laius, son of royal Labdacus,
Let him declare the deed in full to me.
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First, if the man himself be touched with fear,
Let him depart, carrying the guilt away;
No harm shall follow him:—he shall go free.
Or if there be who knows another here,
Come from some other country, to have wrought
This murder, let him speak. Reward from me
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And store of kind remembrance shall be his.
But if ye are silent, and one present here
Who might have uttered this, shall hold his peace,
As fearing for himself, or for his friend,
What then shall be performed, hear me proclaim.
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I here prohibit all within this realm
Whereof I wield the sceptre and sole sway,
To admit the murderer, whosoe’er he be,
Within their houses, or to speak with him,
Or share with him in vow or sacrifice
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Or lustral rite. All men shall thrust him forth,
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Our dark pollution, so to me revealed
By this day’s oracle from Pytho’s cell.
So firm is mine allegiance to the God
And your dead sovereign in this holy war.
Now on the man of blood, whether he lurk
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In lonely guilt, or with a numerous band,
I here pronounce this curse:—Let his crushed life
Wither forlorn in hopeless misery.
Next, I pray Heaven, should he or they be housed
With mine own knowledge in my home, that I
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May suffer all I imprecate on them.
Last, I enjoin each here to lend his aid
For my sake, and the God’s, and for your land
Reft of her increase and renounced by Heaven.
It was not right, when your good king had fallen,
Although the oracle were silent still,
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To leave this inquisition unperformed.
Long since ye should have purged the crime. But now
I, to whom fortune hath transferred his crown,
And given his queen in marriage,—yea, moreover,
His seed and mine had been one family
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Had not misfortune trampled on his head
Cutting him off from fair posterity,—
All this being so, I will maintain his cause
As if my father’s, racking means and might
To apprehend the author of the death
Of Laius, son to Labdacus, and heir
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To Polydorus and to Cadmus old,
And proud Agenor of the eldest time.
Once more, to all who disobey in this
May Heaven deny the produce of the ground
And offspring from their wives, and may they pine
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With plagues more horrible than this to-day.
But for the rest of you Cadmean men,
Who now embrace my word, may Righteousness,
Strong to defend, and all the Gods for aye
Watch over you for blessing in your land.
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Under the shadow of thy curse, my lord,
I will speak. I slew him not, nor can I show
The man who slew. Phoebus, who gave the word,
Should name the guilty one.
O thou whose universal thought commands
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All knowledge and all mysteries, in Heaven
And on the earth beneath, thy mind perceives,
Tirésias, though thine outward eye be dark,
What plague is wasting Thebè, who in thee,
Great Sir, finds her one saviour, her sole guide.
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Phoebus (albeit the messengers perchance
Have told thee this) upon our sending sent
This answer back, that no release might come
From this disaster, till we sought and found
And slew the murderers of king Laius,
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Or drave them exiles from our land. Thou, then,
Withhold not any word of augury
Or other divination which thou knowest,
But rescue Thebè, and thyself, and me,
And purge the stain that issues from the dead.
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On thee we lean: and ’tis a noble thing
To use what power one hath in doing good.
So, then, thou hast the knowledge of the crime
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And wilt not tell, but rather wouldst betray
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This people, and destroy thy fatherland!
O void of shame! What wickedness is this?
What power will give thee refuge for such guilt?
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O wealth and sovereign power and high success
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Attained through wisdom and admired of men,
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What boundless jealousies environ you!
When for this rule, which to my hand the State
Committed unsolicited and free,
Creon, my first of friends, trusted and sure,
Would undermine and hurl me from my throne,
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Meanly suborning such a mendicant
Botcher of lies, this crafty wizard rogue,
Blind in his art, and seeing but for gain.
Where are the proofs of thy prophetic power?
How came it, when the minstrel-hound was here,
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This folk had no deliverance through thy word?
Her snare could not be loosed by common wit,
But needed divination and deep skill;
No sign whereof proceeded forth from thee
Procured through birds or given by God, till I,
The unknowing traveller, overmastered her,
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The stranger Oedipus, not led by birds,
But ravelling out the secret by my thought:
Whom now you study to supplant, and trust
To stand as a supporter of the throne
Of lordly Creon,—To your bitter pain
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Thou and the man who plotted this will hunt
Pollution forth.—But for thy reverend look
Thou hadst atoned thy trespass on the spot.
Though thou art king and lord, I claim no less
Lordly prerogative to answer thee.
Speech is my realm; Apollo rules my life,
Not thou. Nor need I Creon to protect me.
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Now, then: my blindness moves thy scorn:—thou hast
Thy sight, and seest not where thou art sunk in evil,
What halls thou dost inhabit, or with whom:
Know’st not from whence thou art—nay, to thy kin,
Buried in death and here above the ground,
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Unwittingly art a most grievous foe.
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And when thy father’s and thy mother’s curse
With fearful tread shall drive thee from the land,
On both sides lashing thee,—thine eye so clear
Beholding darkness in that day,—oh, then,
What region will not shudder at thy cry?
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What echo in all Cithaeron will be mute,
When thou perceiv’st, what bride-song in thy hall
Wafted thy gallant bark with nattering gale
To anchor,—where? And other store of ill
Thou seest not, that shall show thee as thou art,
Merged with thy children in one horror of birth.
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Then rail at noble Creon, and contemn
My sacred utterance! No life on earth
More vilely shall be rooted out, than thine.
Must I endure such words from him? Begone!
Off to thy ruin, and with speed! Away,
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And take thy presence from our palace-hall!
I go, but I will speak. Why should I fear
Thy frown? Thou ne’er canst ruin me. The word
Wherefore I came, is this: The man you seek
With threatening proclamation of the guilt
Of Laius’ blood, that man is here to-day,
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An alien sojourner supposed from far,
But by-and-by he shall be certified
A true-born Theban: nor will such event
Bring him great joy; for, blind from having sight
And beggared from high fortune, with a staff
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In stranger lands he shall feel forth his way;
Shown living with the children of his loins,
Their brother and their sire, and to the womb
That bare him, husband-son, and, to his father,
Parricide and corrival. Now go in,
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Ponder my words; and if thou find them false,
then say my power is naught in prophecy.
German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review) (OCR draft) Experimental (German (J. J. C. Donner, 1875; OCR review)) — 216 focus
Du flehst, und was du flehest, wird, wofern du mich
Anhörst und willig förderst, was der Seuche wehrt,
Dir werden - Rettung und der Noth Erleichterung.
Und also red' ich, weil ich fremd der Kunde bin,
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Wie fremd der Unthat: ich allein, ich käme ja
Nicht weit im Forschen, ohne Spur und Zeichen sonst.
Nun (denn ich trat auch später erst als Bürger ein)
Erklär' ich frei vor allem Kadmosvolke dies.
Wenn euer Einem Kunde ward, von wessen Hand
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Getroffen fiel der Labdakide Laïos,
Gebiet' ich, daß er Alles mir verkündige,
Selbst wenn davor ihm bangte, weil er wider sich
Zeugschaft erheben müßte; denn ihm widerfährt
Nichts Arges, straflos soll er aus dem Lande zieh'n.
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Kennt aber Iemand einen Mann aus fremdem Land
Als Thäter, er verschweig' es nicht; ich werde selbst
Den Lohn an ihn bezahlen, und noch Dank dazu.
Doch wenn ihr schweigt, und Einer, um den Freund besorgt,
Mein Wort verachtet, oder um sich selber bang;
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So sollt ihr hören, was ich dann zu thun beschloß.
Den Mann verbiet' ich, wer er sei, in diesem Land,
Worin Gewalt mir und der Thron beschieden ward,
Gastfreundlich aufzunehmen, noch zu grüßen ihn,
Noch bei der Götter Dienste, noch an Opfern ihm
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Antheil zu gönnen oder an geweihter Flut: 1
Von eurer Schwelle stoßet ihn als einen Gräul,
Der uns verunreint, wie des Gottes pythisches
Orakel heute deutlich uns geoffenbart.
245-So Jedes ordnend, will ich treu dem Gotte, will
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Dem hingeschiednen Manne treu zur Seite steh'n.
Dem Thäter aber fluch' ich, ob er seine That
Allein verübt im Dunkel, ob mit Mehreren:
Er friste schnöd ein schnödes Leben ohne Glück!
Ich flehe, mir, wofern ich selber wissentlich
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An meinem Herd als Hausgenossen ihn gepflegt,
Das Leid zu senden, das ich jezt ihm angewünscht.
Doch euch gebiet' ich dringend, daß ihr alles dies
Für mich vollendet, für den Gott und dieses Land,
Das blütenlos und gottverlassen untergeht.
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Denn traun, geböte solches Werk auch nicht der Gott,
Es ungesühnt zu lassen ziemt' euch dennoch nicht,
Daß so des Todes Opfer ward der beste Fürst:
Ihr müßt es ausspäh'n. Aber mun ward mir das Amt
Des Oberherrschers, welches er zuvor besaß,
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Ward mein die Gattin, die an seiner Seite lag,
Und unsre Kinder würden sich Geschwister sein,
Hätt' ihm ein Unstern nicht mißgönnt der Kinder Glück:
Nun aber brach dies Schicksal auf sein Haupt herein.
Deßwegen will ich diesen Kampf für ihn besteh'n,
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Wie für den eignen Vater, Alles will ich thun,
Den Frevler auszuspüren, der den Mord verübt
Am Labdakiden, der von Polydoros stamunt, 2
Vom Ahn, dem Kadmos, aus Agenors altem Blut.
Die Götter aber fleh' ich an: wer nicht gehorcht,
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Dem spende niemals eine Saat der Erde Schooß,
Noch schenk' ihm Kinder sein Gemahl; nein, dies Geschick
Von heut verderb' ihn und ein noch graunvolleres!
Doch euch, ihr Andern, welchen dies, wie mir, gefällt,
Ihr Kadmossöhne, bleibe stets der Dike Schuz, 3
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Und seien alle Götter hold auf immerdar!
Wie mich dein Fluch gebunden, also red' ich, Herr.
Nicht ich erschlug ihn, weiß dir auch den Mörder nicht
Zu nennen. Er, der solche Forschung uns gebot,
Apollon mußte sagen, wer die That verübt.
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Du, der in Alles spähend dringt, Teiresias,
In Klares, Dunkles, was in Erd' und Himmel ist,
Du kannst die Stadt nicht schauen, doch erkennst du wohl,
Welch schwere Noth sie heimgesucht; in dir allein
Erschien für uns ihr Helfer, lebt ihr Retter, Herr.
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Denn Phöbos (wenn die Boten dir's nicht schon gesagt)
Gab den Bescheid auf unsre Frage: dann allein
Werd' uns Erlösung werden aus der Seuche Noth,
Wenn wir des Laïos Mörder glücklich ausgespäht,
Getödtet, oder flüchtig aus dem Land gebannt.
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Mißgönne du mir also nicht der Vögel Spruch,
Noch andre Seherzeichen, sind dir welche kund,
Und rette dich und diese Stadt, und rette mich,
Und was der Mord besudelt, Herr, entsündige!
Auf dich vertrau'n wir. Helfen ja, so weit die Kraft,
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Die Mittel reichen, ist des Mannes schönste Pflicht.
(für sich)
Was sagst du? Willst du, was du weißt, nicht sagen, denkst
Uns hinzugeben und die Stadt dem Fluch zu weih'n?
So kühn, so schamlos schüttest du dies Wort heraus,
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Und wähnst vielleicht, du werdest meiner Nach' entflieh'n?
Reichthümer, Herrschaft, und o Kunst, der keine Kunst
Im neiderfüllten Leben sich zur Seite stellt,
Welch schnöde Mißgunst heget ihr in eurem Schooß,
Wenn um des Thrones willen, den mir diese Stadt
Unaufgefordert übergab als freien Lohn,
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Mir Kreon, jener treue Freund aus alter Zeit,
Nachschleicht im Rücken und mich auszutreiben strebt,
Anstellend diesen Zaubermann, den Ränkeschmid,
Den listenreichen Gaukler, der in Wucher nur
Scharfsichtig und in seiner Kunst ein Blinder ist!
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Denn sage, wo bewährst du deine Seherkraft?
Als hier die Hündin ihre Räthsel sang, warum 7
Sprachst du für unsre Bürger kein erlösend Wort?
Doch war es nicht des nächsten besten Mannes Werk,
Den Spruch zu deuten, nein, bedurfte Seherkunst;
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Die lerntest du von deinen Vogelzeichen nicht,
Noch offenbarte dir's ein Gott: ich, Dedipus,
Erschien, ein Ziel ihr sezend, ich Unkundiger,
Durch Geist es treffend, nicht belehrt vom Vogelflug.
Und den versuchst du fortzutreiben, weil du dann
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Kreon's erhabnem Throne nah zu stehen hoffst.
Ihr werdet weinend, hoff' ich, du wie dein Genoß,
Den Bann vollstrecken: säh' ich nicht in dir den Greis,
Du würd'st in Leid erkennen, was du mir ersannst.
Wohl bist du Herrscher; doch besteh'n muß gleiches Recht
Zu gleicher Antwort; hiezu ward auch mir Gewalt.
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Nicht dir ja, nur dem Phöbos bin ich unterthan, 8
Daß nicht als Beistand Kreon mich vertreten muß. 9
Doch ich verkünde, weil du mich als Blinden höhnst:
Du siehst, und sehend siehst du nicht, wie tief du sankst,
Nicht wo du weilest, noch mit wem zusammenwohnst.
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Von wem du stammest, weißt du das? Nichtwissend bist
Du Feind den Deinen, drunten und auf Erden hier.
Und doppelt treffend treibt dich einst aus diesem Land
Mit grausem Schritt des Vaters und der Mutter Fluch,
Und wie du jezt hell siehest, schaust du Dunkel dann.
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Ia, welcher Hafen widerhallt nicht dein Geschrei,
Wo tönt Kithäron deinen Nuf nicht bald zurück, 10
Erkennst du deinen Chebund als Leidensport,
In den du, glücklich segelnd, eingelaufen bist?
Noch andern Unheils Fülle wirst du nicht gewahr,
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Das gleiche Schrecken dir erschafft und deinem Stamm. 11
So schmähe denn auf Kreon, schilt mein Seherwort
In stolzem Hohne; Keiner lebt auf Erden ja,
Der grauenvoller untergeht als du dereinst.
Noch lange sollt' ich dulden, was der Mann mir beut?
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Tod über dich! Was säumst du? Wirst du nicht sofort
Zurück dich wenden, eilend flieh'n von diesem Haus?
Warum ich kam, ich sag' es scheidend, ohne Furcht
Vor deinem Antliz; denn dein Arm erreicht mich nicht.
Ich sage dir denn: jener Mann, nach welchem du
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Schon lange spähest, drohend und des Laïos Mord
Durch's Land verkündend, dieser Mann ist hier und gilt
Als Schuzgenoß, als Fremdling; bald erkennt man ihn
Als Eingebornen Thebe's, und nicht freuen wird
Ihn solche Schickung; blind ja, der einst sehend war,
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Einst reich, ein Bettler, wird er zieh'n in fremdes Land,
Voraus die Wege tastend mit dem Wanderstab.
Den eignen Kindern offenbart er sich zugleich
Als Bruder und als Vater, der, die ihn gebar,
Als Sohn und Ehegatten, der des Vaters Weib
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Beiwohnt und ihn ermordet. Und nun geh' hinein,
Dem nachzusinnen; wenn du mich auf Lügen triffst,
Dann sage, völlig mangle mir die Seherkunst.
(Teiresias mit dem Knaben ab; Dedipus geht in den Palast.
Der Chor bleibt allein zurück.)
Erste Strophe.
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CHORUS, the People assembled.
Your prayers are heard : and if you will obey
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Your king, and hearken to his words, you soon
280
Shall find relief ; myself will heal your woes.
280
I was a stranger to the dreadful deed,
280
A stranger e'en to the report till now ;
280
And yet without some traces of the crime
280
I should not urge this matter ; therefore hear me.
280
I speak to all the citizens of Thebes,
280
Myself a citizen — observe me Avell :
280
If any know the murderer of Laius,
280
Let him reveal it ; I command you all.
280
But if restrained by dread of punishment
280
He hide the secret, let him fear no more ;
280
For nought but exile shall attend the crime
280
Whene'er confessed ; if by a foreign hand
280
The horrid deed was done, who points him out
280
Commands our thanks, and meets a sure reward ;
280
But if there be who knows the murderer,
280
And yet conceals him from us, mark his fate.
Which here I do pronounce : Let none receive
Throughout my kingdom, none hold converse with him,
Nor offer prayer, nor sprinkle o'er his head
The sacred cup ; let him be driven from all,
By all abandoned, and by all accursed,
For so the Delphic oracle declared ;
And therefore to the gods I pay this duty
And to the dead. Oh ! may the guilty wretch,
Whether alone, or by his impious friends
Assisted, he performed the horrid deed,
Denied the common benefits of nature,
Wear out a painful life ! And oh ! if here,
Within my palace, I conceal the traitoi-,
On me and mine alight the vengeful curse !
To you, my people, I commit the care
Of this important business ; 'tis my cause.
The cause of Heaven, and your expii'ing country.
E'en if the god had nought declared, to leave
This crime unexpiated were most ungrateful.
He was the best of kings, the best of men ;
That sceptre now is mine which Laius boie ;
His wife is mine ; so would his children be
Did any live ; and therefore am I bound.
E'en as he were my father, to revenge him.
Yes, I will try to find this murderer,
I owe it to the son of Labdacus,
To Polydorus, Cadmus, and the race
If great Agenor. Oh ! if yet there are,
Who will not join me in the pious deed.
From such may earth withhold her annual store,
And barren be their bed, their life most wretched,.
And their death cruel as the pestilence
That wastes our city ! But on you, my Thebans,
Who wish us fair success, may justice smile
Propitious, and the gods for ever bless !
despise.
'Tis said some travellers did attack the king
QEdi. It is; but still no proof appears.
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Behold he comes, who will discover all.
The holy prophet. See ! they lead him hither ;
He knows the truth and will reveal it to us.
0]di. It is ingratitude to Tiiebes, who bore
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And cherished thee — ^^it is unjust to all,
330
To hide the will of heaven.
Nor will I be silent.
1 tell thee once for all thou wert thyself
Accomplice in thi.s deed. Nay, more, 1 think,
But for thy blindness, wouldst with thy own hand
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Have done it too.
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Must I bear this from thee ? Away, begone !
Home, villain, home !
I did not come to thee
Unsent for.
Had I thought thou wouldst have thus
Insulted me, I had not called thee hither.
famed for wisdom's lore.
Hath dreadful ills to CEdipus divined ;
And as his words mysterious I explore.
Unnumbered doubts perplex my anxious mind.
Now raised by hope, and now with fears oppressed,
450
Sorrow and joy alternate till my breast :
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How should these hapless kings be foes.
When never strife between them rose ?
Or why should Laius, slain by hands unknown.
Bring foul disgrace on Polybus' unhappy son ?
From Phoebus and all-seeing Jove
Nought can be hid of actions here below ;
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But earthly prophets may deceitful prove.
And little more than other mortals know :
'riiough much in wisdom man doth man excel.
In all that 's human error still must dwell :
Could he commit the bloody deed.
Who from the Sphinx our city freed?
Ob, no ! he never shed the guiltless blood ;
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The Sphynx declares him wise, and innocent^ and good.
Ckeon, Otiorus
'Twas th' effect
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This god, to gods an odious name,
This lurid Pest destroy !
Well are thy vows address'd; nor vain those vows,
But of much force, and lenient of our ills,
Wou'dst thou with deep regard attend my words,
Which I, to each related circumstance
A stranger, and a stranger to the deed,
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Shall speak; for far my search could not extend,
Having no mark to guide my steps. But now
A Theban late enroll'd, to all of Thebes
I give this charge. Whoe'er among you knows
By whom the son of Labdacus was slain,
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Him I command t' unfold the whole to me.
But if, through conscious guilt, he fears t' avow
The deed, and charge himself; no harsher doom
Awaits him, than to leave this land, unhurt.
But if among you be a man, who knows
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Another, of another realm, whose hand
Was with this blood polluted, let him speak,
And not conceal the murderer; for from me
Ample shall be his recompense, and thanks
Added besides. But if ye will not speak,
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If fearing for himself, or for a friend,
There be a man that disregards my words,
What then shall be my solemn mandate hear.
That man let none within this realm, whose throne,
Whose empire I command, beneath his roof
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The altars round a mournful band,
The wives, the hoary matrons, stand,
And heave the suppliant sigh.
With deep sighs mix'd the hallow'd strain
Bursts fervent to the skies :
Deign then, O radiant Pallas, deign
In all thy might to rise.
From this fierce pow'r which raging round
Unarm'd inflicts thy fiery wound,
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Daughter of Jove, my country save;
Hence, goddess, hence the fury sweep
To Amphitrite's chambers deep,
Or the rough Euxine wave!
Doth aught the Night from ruin spare?
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The Morning's sickly ray,
Pregnant with death, inflames the air,
And gives disease its prey,
Father of gods, whose matchless force
Wings the red lightning's vengeful course,
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With all thy thunders crush this foe!
Potent to aid, Lycéan king,
Thy shafts secure of conquest wing,
And bend thy golden bow!
Thy beams around, Diana, throw,
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And pierce this gloom of night,
As on Lyceum's moss-clad brow
Thou pour'st thy silver light!
Thy nymphs, O Theban Bacchus lead,
The golden mitre round thy head,
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Greef-soothing god of wine and joy;
Wave thy bright torch, and with its flame
This god, to gods an odious name,
This lurid Pest destroy !
Well are thy vows address'd; nor vain those vows,
280
But of much force, and lenient of our ills,
280
Wou'dst thou with deep regard attend my words,
280
Which I, to each related circumstance
280
A stranger, and a stranger to the deed,
280
Shall speak; for far my search could not extend,
280
Having no mark to guide my steps. But now
280
A Theban late enroll'd, to all of Thebes
280
I give this charge. Whoe'er among you knows
280
By whom the son of Labdacus was slain,
280
Him I command t' unfold the whole to me.
280
But if, through conscious guilt, he fears t' avow
280
The deed, and charge himself; no harsher doom
280
Awaits him, than to leave this land, unhurt.
280
But if among you be a man, who knows
280
Another, of another realm, whose hand
280
Was with this blood polluted, let him speak,
280
And not conceal the murderer; for from me
280
Ample shall be his recompense, and thanks
280
Added besides. But if ye will not speak,
280
If fearing for himself, or for a friend,
280
There be a man that disregards my words,
280
What then shall be my solemn mandate hear.
280
That man let none within this realm, whose throne,
280
Whose empire I command, beneath his roof
280
The same
280
Receive, let none hold converse with him, none
280
Admit him at the altars of the gods
280
His vows, his offerings to partake, or share
280
The cleansing laver; from your houses all
280
Chase this pollution of our land; for thus
280
To me the Pythian oracle declared
280
Its will; thus therefore with the god I join
280
Confederate, and the dead. But on the wretch
280
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!
This I have heard; who saw it none can say.
Thou vilest of the vile---for thou wou'dst raise
Th' insensate rock to rage---wilt thou not speak,
But show thyself unfeeling and unmoved?
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O greatness, empire, and thou noblest art
380
That giv'st to life its glory most desired,
380
What baleful envy on your splendour waits,
Since for this royal pow'r by me unsought,
But by the state presented a free gift,
The faithful Creon, who the first appear'd
My friend, with dark and secret malice works,
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Wishing my ruin, and suborns this wretch,
This sorcerer, this artificer of wiles,
Whose trains delude the people, sharp of sight
To lucre only, to his science blind.
Where hast thou e'er display'd a prophet's skill ?
Why, when the ravening hound of hell her charm
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Mysterious chanted, for thy country wise
Didst thou not solve it? Of no vulgar mind
Was this the task; the prophet this required.
No knowledge then from birds didst thou receive,
None from the gods t' enfold it: but I came,
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This nothing-knowing Edipus, and quell'd
The monster, piercing through her dark device
By reason's force, not taught by flight of birds.
Yet dost thou now assay to drive me out,
Weening to have thy stand next Creon's throne.
But thou, and he who form'd this base design
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With thee, shall feel my pow'r: but that thine age
Some reverence claims, thou shou'dst e'en now be taught,
And feel the madness of thine enterprise.
To answer thee; this pow'r is mine; to these
I am no vassal; Phœbus is my lord :
Nor will I be enroll'd amongst those who wait
On Creon for support. I tell thee then,
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Me since with taunts thou hast reviled as blind,
Thou hast indeed thine eyes, yet canst not see
What ills inclose thee round, nor where thou hast
Thy habitation, nor with whom thou livest.
Know'st thou who gave thee birth? Thou art a foe,
And know'st it not, to those allied to thee
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Most closely, whom the realms beneath contain,
And who behold the light of heav'n. The curse
Of father and of mother on each side
With dreadful steps pursues thee, and ere long
Will chase thee from this land, now blest with sight,
Then blind. How will Cithæron, how each strand
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Ere long re-echo to thy mournful cries,
When thou shalt know that, driv'n by swelling gales,
The port of marriage thou hast gain'd, thy bark
Where anchor cannot hold! The numerous train
Of other ills thou seest not which will rank
In the same line thee and thy sons alike.
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Go to; with foul revilings Creon taunt,
And my true voice; yet thing more vile than thou
Is not 'mong mortals that shall e'er be crush'd.
From him these piercing insults must I bear?
Perdition on thee! hence, away, begone.
Our care: begone, and trouble us no more.
I go: but first will speak for what I came,
Nor dread thy frown; thy vengeance hath no pow'r
To touch my life. I tell thee that the man,
Whom thou hast sought, 'gainst whom thy solemn charge,
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Thy threats have been proclaim'd, that man is here;
Of foreign birth now deem'd, his residence
Here fixing; but full soon he shall be found
A Theban born, nor in his fortune long
Rejoice; his visual ray in darkness quench'd,
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His high state sunk to beggary, a staff
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Shall to a foreign land his steps direct.
A brother and a father to his sons
Shall he appear; to her, that gave him birth,
A son and husband; to his father found
A rival and a murderer. Go thou in;
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Muse on these things; say, if thou find them false,
No portion of a prophet's skill is mine.
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Oedipus Tyrannus

1. προτέροις=πρότερον