Sir Richard C. Jebb Commentary on Sophocles: Oedipus Tyrannus 513

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

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ἄνδρες πολῖται, δείνʼ ἔπη πεπυσμένος
κατηγορεῖν μου τὸν τύραννον Οἰδίπουν
πάρειμ᾿ ἀτλητῶν. εἰ γὰρ ἐν ταῖς ξυμφοραῖς
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ταῖς νῦν νομίζει πρός γ᾿ ἐμοῦ πεπονθέναι
λόγοισιν εἴτ' ἔργοισιν εἰς βλάβην φέρον,
οὔτοι βίου μοι τοῦ μακραίωνος πόθος,
φέροντι τήνδε βάξιν. οὐ γὰρ εἰς ἁπλοῦν
ἡ ζημία μοι τοῦ λόγου τούτου φέρει,
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ἀλλ᾽ ἐς μέγιστον, εἰ κακὸς μὲν ἐν πόλει,
κακὸς δὲ πρὸς σοῦ καὶ φίλων κεκλήσομαι.
οἶσθ᾽ ὡς ποίησον; ἀντὶ τῶν εἰρημένων
ἴσ᾽ ἀντάκουσον, κᾆτα κρῖνʼ αὐτὸς μαθών.
οὔκ, εἰ διδοίης γ᾽ ὡς ἐγὼ σαυτῷ λόγον.
σκέψαι δὲ τοῦτο πρῶτον, εἴ τιν᾿ ἂν δοκεῖς
ἄρχειν ἑλέσθαι ξὺν φόβοισι μᾶλλον ἢ
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ἄτρεστον εὕδοντ', εἰ τά γ' αὔθ᾽ ἕξει κράτη.
ἐγὼ μὲν οὖν οὔτ᾽ αὐτὸς ἱμείρων ἔφυν
τύραννος εἶναι μᾶλλον ἢ τύραννα δρᾶν,
οὔτ᾽ ἄλλος ὅστις σωφρονεῖν ἐπίσταται.
νῦν μὲν γὰρ ἐκ σοῦ πάντ᾿ ἄνευ φόβου φέρω,
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εἰ δ᾽ αὐτὸς ἦρχον, πολλὰ κἂν ἄκων ἔδρων.
πῶς δῆτ᾿ ἐμοὶ τυραννὶς ἡδίων ἔχειν
ἀρχῆς ἀλύπου καὶ δυναστείας ἔφυ;
οὔπω τοσοῦτον ἠπατημένος κυρῶ
ὥστ᾽ ἄλλα χρῄζειν ἢ τὰ σὺν κέρδει καλά.
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νῦν πᾶσι χαίρω, νῦν με πᾶς ἀσπάζεται,
νῦν οἱ σέθεν χρῄζοντες ἐκκαλοῦσί με·
τὸ γὰρ τυχεῖν αὐτοῖσι πᾶν ἐνταῦθ᾽ ἔνι.
πῶς δῆτ᾽ ἐγὼ κεῖνʼ ἂν λάβοιμ᾽ ἀφεὶς τάδε;
οὐκ ἂν γένοιτο νοῦς κακὸς καλῶς φρονῶν.
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ἀλλ᾽ οὔτ᾽ ἐραστὴς τῆσδε τῆς γνώμης ἔφυν
οὔτ᾽ ἂν μετ᾿ ἄλλου δρῶντος ἂν τλαίην ποτέ.
καὶ τῶνδ᾽ ἔλεγχον τοῦτο μὲν Πυθώδ᾽ ἰὼν
πεύθου τὰ χρησθέντ᾽ εἰ σαφῶς ἤγγειλά σοι·
τοῦτ᾽ ἄλλ᾽, ἐάν με τῷ τερασκόπῳ λάβῃς
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κοινῇ τι βουλεύσαντα, μή μ᾽ ἁπλῇ κτάνῃς
ψήφῳ, διπλῇ δέ, τῇ τ᾿ ἐμῇ καὶ σῇ, λαβών.
γνώμῃ δ᾽ ἀδήλῳ μή με χωρὶς αἰτιῶ.
οὐ γὰρ δίκαιον οὔτε τοὺς κακοὺς μάτην
χρηστοὺς νομίζειν οὔτε τοὺς χρηστοὺς κακούς.
610
φίλον γὰρ ἐσθλὸν ἐκβαλεῖν ἴσον λέγω
καὶ τὸν παρ᾽ αὑτῷ βίοτον, ὃν πλεῖστον φιλεῖ.
ἀλλ᾽ ἐν χρόνῳ γνώσει τάδ' ἀσφαλῶς, ἐπεὶ
χρόνος δίκαιον ἄνδρα δείκνυσιν μόνος,
κακὸν δὲ κἂν ἐν ἡμέρᾳ γνοίης μιᾷ.
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καλῶς ἔλεξεν εὐλαβουμένῳ πεσεῖν,
ἄναξ· φρονεῖν γὰρ οἱ ταχεῖς οὐκ ἀσφαλεῖς.
τί τὴν ἄβουλον, ὦ ταλαίπωροι, στάσιν
γλώσσης ἐπήρασθ', οὐδ᾽ ἐπαισχύνεσθε, γῆς
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οὕτω νοσούσης, ἴδια κινοῦντες κακά;
οὐκ εἶ σύ τ᾽ οἴκους σύ τε, Κρέον, κατὰ στέγας,
καὶ μὴ τὸ μηδὲν ἄλγος εἰς μέγ' οἴσετε;
πιθοῦ θελήσας φρονήσας τ᾽, ἄναξ, λίσσομαι.
οὐ τὸν πάντων θεῶν θεὸν πρόμον
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Ἅλιον· ἐπεὶ ἄθεος ἄφιλος ὅ τι πύματον
ὀλοίμαν, φρόνησιν εἰ τάνδ᾽ ἔχω.
ἀλλά μοι δυσμόρῳ γᾶ φθίνουσα
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τρύχει ψυχάν, *τάδ᾽ εἰ κακοῖς κακὰ
προσάψει τοῖς πάλαι τὰ πρὸς σφῶν.
γύναι, τί μέλλεις κομίζειν δόμων τόνδ᾽ ἔσω;
ἐρῶ· σὲ γὰρ τῶνδ᾽ ἐς πλέον, γύναι, σέβω·
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Κρέοντος, οἷά μοι βεβουλευκὼς ἔχει.
οἷόν μ᾽ ἀκούσαντ᾽ ἀρτίως ἔχει, γύναι,
ψυχῆς πλάνημα κἀνακίνησις φρενῶν.
πότερον ἐχώρει βαιός, ἢ πολλοὺς ἔχων
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ἄνδρας λοχίτας, οἷʼ ἀνὴρ ἀρχηγέτης;
κοὐ μὴ στερηθῇς γ' ἐς τοσοῦτον ἐλπίδων
ἐμοῦ βεβῶτος· τῷ γὰρ ἂν καὶ μείζονι
λέξαιμ᾽ ἂν ἢ σοὶ διὰ τύχης τοιᾶσδ᾽ ἰών;
ἐμοὶ πατὴρ μὲν Πόλυβος ἦν Κορίνθιος,
μήτηρ δὲ Μερόπη Δωρίς. ἠγόμην δ᾽ ἀνὴρ
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ἀστῶν μέγιστος τῶν ἐκεῖ, πρίν μοι τύχη
τοιάδ᾽ ἐπέστη, θαυμάσαι μὲν ἀξία,
σπουδῆς γε μέντοι τῆς ἐμῆς οὐκ ἀξία.
ἀνὴρ γὰρ ἐν δείπνοις μ' ὑπερπλησθεὶς μέθῃ
καλεῖ παρ᾿ οἴνῳ πλαστὸς ὡς εἴην πατρί.
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κἀγὼ βαρυνθεὶς τὴν μὲν οὖσαν ἡμέραν
μόλις κατέσχον, θἀτέρᾳ δ᾽ ἰὼν πέλας
μητρὸς πατρός τ᾽ ἤλεγχον· οἱ δὲ δυσφόρως
τοὔνειδος ἦγον τῷ μεθέντι τὸν λόγον.
κἀγὼ τὰ μὲν κείνοιν ἐτερπόμην, ὅμως δ᾽
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ἔκνιζέ μ᾿ ἀεὶ τοῦθ᾽· ὑφεῖρπε γὰρ πολύ.
λάθρα δὲ μητρὸς καὶ πατρὸς πορεύομαι
Πυθώδε, καί μ᾿ ὁ Φοῖβος ὧν μὲν ἱκόμην
ἄτιμον ἐξέπεμψεν, ἄλλα δ᾽ ἄθλια
καὶ δεινὰ καὶ δύστηνα προὐφάνη λέγων,
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ὡς μητρὶ μὲν χρείη με μιχθῆναι, γένος δ᾽
ἄτλητον ἀνθρώποισι δηλώσοιμ᾿ ὁρᾶν,
φονεὺς δ᾽ ἐσοίμην τοῦ φυτεύσαντος πατρός.
κἀγὼ ᾿πακούσας ταῦτα τὴν Κορινθίαν
ἄστροις τὸ λοιπὸν ἐκμετρούμενος χθόνα
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ἔφευγον, ἔνθα μήποτ᾽ ὀψοίμην κακῶν
χρησμῶν ὀνείδη τῶν ἐμῶν τελούμενα.
στείχων δ᾽ ἱκνοῦμαι τούσδε τοὺς χώρους ἐν οἷς
σὺ τὸν τύραννον τοῦτον ὄλλυσθαι λέγεις.
καί σοι, γύναι, τἀληθὲς ἐξερῶ. τριπλῆς
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ὅτ᾽ ἦ κελεύθου τῆσδ᾽ ὁδοιπορῶν πέλας,
ἐνταῦθά μοι κῆρύξ τε κἀπὶ πωλικῆς
ἀνὴρ ἀπήνης ἐμβεβώς, οἷον σὺ φῄς,
ξυνηντίαζον· κἀξ ὁδοῦ μ᾽ ὅ θ᾽ ἡγεμὼν
αὐτός θ᾽ ὁ πρέσβυς πρὸς βίαν ἠλαυνέτην.
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κἀγὼ τὸν ἐκτρέποντα, τὸν τροχηλάτην,
παίω διʼ ὀργῆς· καί μ᾿ ὁ πρέσβυς ὡς ὁρᾷ,
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ὄχου παραστείχοντα τηρήσας μέσον
κάρα διπλοῖς κέντροισί μου καθίκετο.
οὐ μὴν ἴσην γ᾽ ἔτισεν, ἀλλὰ συντόμως
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σκήπτρῳ τυπεὶς ἐκ τῆσδε χειρὸς ὕπτιος
μέσης ἀπήνης εὐθὺς ἐκκυλίνδεται.
κτείνω δὲ τοὺς ξύμπαντας. εἰ δὲ τῷ ξένῳ
τούτῳ προσήκει Λαΐῳ τι συγγενές,
τίς τοῦδε *τἀνδρὸς ἔστιν ἀθλιώτερος;
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τίς ἐχθροδαίμων μᾶλλον ἂν γένοιτ᾽ ἀνήρ;
ᾧ μὴ ξένων ἔξεστι μηδ᾽ ἀστῶν τινὰ
δόμοις δέχεσθαι, μηδὲ προσφωνεῖν τινά,
ὠθεῖν δ᾽ ἀπ᾿ οἴκων. καὶ τάδ' οὔτις ἄλλος ἦν
ἢ ἐγὼ ἐπ᾿ ἐμαυτῷ τάσδ᾽ ἀρὰς ὁ προστιθείς.
820
λέχη δὲ τοῦ θανόντος ἐν χεροῖν ἐμαῖν
χραίνω, διʼ' ὧνπερ ὤλετ᾽. ἆρ᾽ ἔφυν κακός;
ἆρ᾽ οὐχὶ πᾶς ἄναγνος; εἴ με χρὴ φυγεῖν,
καί μοι φυγόντι μἤστι τοὺς ἐμοὺς ἰδεῖν
*μηδ' ἐμβατεύειν πατρίδος, ἢ γάμοις με δεῖ
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μητρὸς ζυγῆναι καὶ πατέρα κατακτανεῖν
Πόλυβον, ὃς ἐξέφυσε κἀξέθρεψέ με.
ἆρ᾽ οὐκ ἀπ᾿ ὠμοῦ ταῦτα δαίμονός τις ἂν
κρίνων ἐπ᾿ ἀνδρὶ τῷδ᾽ ἂν ὀρθοίη λόγον;
μὴ δῆτα μὴ δῆτ᾽, ὦ θεῶν ἁγνὸν σέβας,
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ἴδοιμι ταύτην ἡμέραν, ἀλλ᾽ ἐκ βροτῶν
βαίην ἄφαντος πρόσθεν ἢ τοιάνδ᾽ ἰδεῖν
κηλῖδ᾽ ἐμαυτῷ συμφορᾶς ἀφιγμένην.
ἡμῖν μέν, ὦναξ, ταῦτ᾽ ὀκνήρ᾽· ἕως δ᾽ ἂν οὖν
πρὸς τοῦ παρόντος ἐκμάθῃς, ἔχ᾿ ἐλπίδα.
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Translations (5)
English (Lewis Campbell, 1906) (OCR draft) Experimental (English (Lewis Campbell, 1906)) — 513 focus
Citizens, hearing of dire calumny
Denounced on me by Oedipus the King,
I am here to make loud protest. If he think,
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In this embroilment of events, one word
Or deed of mine hath wrought him injury,
I am not careful to prolong my life
Beneath such imputation. For it means
No trifling danger, but disastrous harm,
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Making my life dishonoured in the state,
And meanly thought of by my friends and you.
Wilt them be counselled? Hear as much in turn
As thou hast spoken, and then thyself be judge.
Not so, if thou wouldst reason with thyself
As I do. First consider one thing well:
Who would choose rule accompanied with fear
Before safe slumbers with an equal sway?
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’Tis not my nature, no, nor any man’s,
Who follows wholesome thoughts, to love the place
Of domination rather than the power.
Now, without fear, I have my will from thee;
But were I king, I should do much unwillingly.
590
How then can I desire to be a king,
When masterdom is mine without annoy?
Delusion hath not gone so far with me
As to crave more than honour joined with gain.
Now all men hail me happy, all embrace me;
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All who have need of thee, call in my aid;
For thereupon their fortunes wholly turn.
How should I leave this substance for that show?
No man of sense can harbour thoughts of crime.
Such vain ambition hath no charm for me,
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Nor could I bear to lend it countenance.
If you would try me, go and ask again
If I brought Phoebus’ answer truly back.
Nay more, should I be found to have devised
Aught in collusion with the seer, destroy me,
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Not by one vote, but two, mine own with thine.
But do not on a dim suspicion blame me
Of thy mere will. To darken a good name
Without clear cause is heinous wickedness;
And to cast off a worthy friend I call
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No less a folly than to fling away
What most we love, the life within our breast.
The certainty of this will come with time;
For time alone can clear the righteous man.
An hour suffices to make known the villain.
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Prudence bids hearken to such words, my lord,
For fear one fall. Swift is not sure in counsel.
Unhappy that ye are, why have ye reared
Your wordy rancour ’mid the city’s harms?
Have you no shame, to stir up private broils
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In such a time as this? Get thee within! ()
And thou too, Creon! nor enlarge your griefs
To make a mountain out of nothingness.
Incline to our request
Thy mind and heart, O King!
No, by the Sun I swear,
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Vaunt-courier of the host of heaven.
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For may I die the last of deaths,
Unblest of God or friend,
If e’er such thought were mine.
But oh! this pining land
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Afflicts my sorrow-burdened soul,
To think that to her past and present woe
She must add this, which springs to her from you.
Lady, why tarriest thou
To lead thy husband in?
I’ll tell thee, lady, for I honour thee
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More than these citizens. ’Twas Creon there,
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And his inveterate treason against me.
What strange emotions overcloud my soul,
Stirred to her depths on hearing this thy tale!
Had he scant following, or, as princes use,
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Full numbers of a well-appointed train?
Thou shalt not lose thy rights in such an hour,
When I am harrowed thus with doubt and fear.
To whom more worthy should I tell my grief?
—My father was Corinthian Polybus,
My mother, Dorian Meropè.—I lived
A prince among that people, till a chance
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Encountered me, worth wonder, but, though strange,
Not worth the anxious thought it waked in me.
For at a feasting once over the wine
One deep in liquor called aloud to me,
‘Hail, thou false foundling of a foster-sire!’
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That day with pain I held my passion down;
But early on the morrow I came near
And questioned both my parents, who were fierce
In anger at the man who broached this word.
For their part I was satisfied, but still
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It galled me, for the rumour would not die.
Eluding then my parents I made way
To Delphi, where, as touching my desire,
Phoebus denied me; but brake forth instead
With other oracles of misery
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And horrible misfortune, how that I
Must know my mother’s shame, and cause to appear
A birth intolerable in human view,
And do to death the author of my life.
I fled forth at the word, conjecturing now
Corinthia’s region by the stars of heaven,
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And wandered, where I never might behold
Those dreadful prophecies fulfilled on me.
So travelling on, I came even to the place
Where, as thou tell’st, the King of Thebè fell.
And, O my wife, I will hide nought from thee.
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When I drew near the cross-road of your tale,
A herald, and a man upon a car,
Like your description, there encountered me.
And he who led the car, and he himself
The greybeard, sought to thrust me from the path.
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Then in mine angry mood I sharply struck
The driver-man who turned me from the way;
Which when the elder saw, he watched for me
As I passed by, and from the chariot-seat
Smote full upon my head with the fork’d goad;
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But got more than he gave; for, by a blow
From this right hand, smit with my staff, he fell
Instantly rolled out of the car supine.
I slew them every one. Now if that stranger
Had aught in common with king Laius,
What wretch on earth was e’er so lost as I?
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Whom have the Heavens so followed with their hate?
No house of Theban or of foreigner
Must any more receive me, none henceforth
Must speak to me, but drive me from the door!
I, I have laid this curse on mine own head!
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Yea, and this arm that slew him now enfolds
His queen. O cruel stain! Am I not vile?
Polluted utterly! Yes, I must flee,
And, lost to Thebè, nevermore behold
My home, nor tread my country, lest I meet
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In marriage mine own mother, and bring low
His head that gave me life and reared my youth,
My father, Polybus. Ah! right were he
Who should declare some god of cruel mood
Had sent this trouble upon my soul! Ye Powers,
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Worshipped in holiness, ne’er may I see
That day, but perish from the sight of men,
Ere sins like these be branded on my name!
Thy fear is ours, O king: yet lose not hope,
Till thou hast heard the witness of the deed.
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Ihr Bürger, weil ich höre, daß mich Dedipus,
Der König, schwerer Thaten angeschuldigt hat,
Erschein' ich hier von Schmerz erfüllt. Denn wenn er glaubt,
Ich habe, was zu Schaden führt, in dieser Noth
Mit Worten oder durch die That ihm angethan:
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Dann lange fortzuleben, traun, verlang' ich nicht,
Mit solchem Ruf belastet. Einfach wäre nicht
Der Schaden, der aus diesem Leumund mir ersteht,
Nein, unermeßlich, wenn ich schlecht in dieser Stadt,
Und schlecht vor dir und meinen Freunden heißen soll.
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Was deine Pflicht ist, weißt du's? Auf dein Wort vernimm
Von mir ein Gleiches; dann entscheide selbst belehrt.
Nicht, wenn du ruhig prüftest, so wie ich gethan.
Erwäge dies vor Allem: glaubst du, daß ein Mann
Mit Sorgen lieber herrschen wird, als ohne Harm
In Frieden schlummern, wenn die gleiche Macht ihm ward?
Auch ich empfinde keine größ're Lust in mir,
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Der Herr zu heißen, als dem Herrn es gleich zu thun,
Wie jeder Andre, welcher klug zu sein gelernt.
Denn jezt erlang' ich Alles ohne Furcht von dir;
Als Herrscher müßt' ich Manches unfreiwillig thun. 1
Wie sollte mir nun süßer sein der Königsthron,
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Als kummerfreies Walten, als harmlose Macht?
Noch hat mich Thorheit nicht berückt, mir Anderes
Zu wünschen, als das Schöne mit dem Nüzlichen.
Nun grüßt mich Ieder, nun bewillkommt Alles mich;
Nun muß mir Ieder schmeicheln, wer nach dir verlangt; 2
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Denn ihr Gelingen ruht allein in meiner Hand.
Wie hascht' ich doch nach Jenem und verschmähte Dies? 3
Wohl nicht zu Schlechtem wendet sich ein edler Sinn.
Nein, solchen Plan zu hegen kam mir nimmer ein,
Noch böt' ich Andern meinen Arm zu solcher That.
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Und dies zu prüfen, frage selbst in Pytho nach,
Ob ich dir wahrhaft kundgethan des Gottes Wort:
Dann, wenn du findest, daß ich mit dem Zauberer
Geheimen Rath pflog; nicht verdammt durch Einen Spruch,
Durch zweie gib mir dann den Tod, von mir und dir.
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Doch klage nicht nach dunklem Wahne bloß mich an:
Unbillig ist es, ohne Grund den schlechten Mann
Für redlich achten und für schlecht den redlichen.
Und wer den edlen Freund verstößt, der, mein' ich, stößt
Von sich das eigne Leben, das sein Höchstes ist.
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Doch mit der Zeit erkennst du dieses sicher, weil
Die Zeit allein den tadellosen Mann bewährt;
Den Lasterhaften kennst du wohl in Einem Tag.
Sein Wort beachte, wer sich vor dem Falle scheut,
König; denn die Schnellentschloss'nen straucheln leicht.
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Was weckt ihr unbesonnen, ihr Unseligen,
Der Zungen Aufruhr und erröthet nicht und schafft
Euch eignes Leid noch, während also krankt das Land?
Geh du nach Hause, du, o Kreon, eile heim,
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Und macht zu großem Leide nicht ein eitles Nichts!
Gib willig nach, Herr, o gib klüglich nach, fleh' ich dir!
Nein, bei'm Gott, aller Götter erstem, dem Helios! 5
Freundlos, ohne Gott, mög' in Graus
Ich hinsterben, heg' ich solch argen Sinn!
Doch das Land schmerzt mich tief, das in Sammer schwindet, 6
Wenn sich noch zur alten Noth
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Gesellt dies neue Leid von euch her.
Warum, o Frau, säumst du noch, führst den Mann nicht in's Haus?
So höre (denn dich acht' ich mehr als diese, Frau,)
Von Kreon, was er Arges mir ersonnen hat.
Frau, wie befällt mich plözlich über deinem Wort
Irrsal des Geistes, wie bewegt's mein Innerstes!
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Zog Laïos nur mit Wenigen, oder folgten ihm
Zahlreiche Krieger als des Landes hohem Herrn?
Dir bleib' es nicht verborgen, nun ich angelangt
Bei solcher Aussicht! Welchem Würdigern könnt' ich's auch,
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Als dir, vertrauen, da mich solche Noth bedrängt?
Mein Vater war Korinthos' Herrscher, Polybos,
Und meine Mutter Merope, die Dorerin.
Als erster Bürger galt ich dort, eh' solcher Art
Mich traf ein Zufall, der beachtenswürdig zwar,
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Doch nicht des Eifers würdig war, der mich ergriff.
Ein Mann, am Gastmal überfüllt vom Trunk des Weins,
Nief laut, ich sei nicht meines Vaters ächter Sohn.
Und ich, gereizt, vermocht' an diesem Tage kaum
An mich zu halten; doch am zweiten fragt' ich an
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Bei meinen Eltern, welche schwer ob solchem Schimpf
Dem Manne zürnten, dem das Wort entfallen war.
Mich freuten ihre Reden; doch stets nagte mir
Dies Wort am Herzen; denn es wühlte tief sich ein.
Und unbemerkt von meinen Eltern, zog ich aus
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Gen Pytho. Phöbos sandte zwar mich ungehört,
Um was ich kam, von dannen; doch ein andres Leid,
Ein gräßlich jammervolles Loos enthüllt' er mir:
Ich müsse meine Mutter frei'n und ein Geschlecht
Des Gräuels offenbaren vor der Menschen Blick,
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Und Mörder sein des Vaters, der mir Leben gab.
Und das vernehmend, floh ich scheu Korinthos' Land,
Nur aus den Sternen seine Lag' hinfort zu späh'n,
Hinziehend, wo ich hoffte nimmerdar die Schmach
Des mir geword'nen bösen Spruchs erfüllt zu seh'n.
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Und also wandernd kam ich auch an jenen Ort,
Wo, wie du sagtest, dein Gemahl erschlagen ward.
Und, Frau, die Wahrheit will ich dir gesteh'n: sobald
Ich jenem Dreiweg nahe war auf meiner Fahrt,
Kommt mir ein Herold und ein Mann, so wie du jezt
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Mir ihn beschriebst, entgegen, den ein Wagen trug
Mit jungen Rossen; und des Wagens Lenker trieb
Samt jenem Alten mit Gewalt vom Weg mich ab.
Und ich, im Zorne, schlage den, der mich vertrieb,
Den Wagenführer; als der Alte dies gewahrt,
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Die Zeit erspäht' er, bis ich nah dem Wagen kam,
Und schwang den Stachel mitten mir auf's Haupt herab. 9
Doch büßt' er nicht mit Gleichem; nein, vom Stab sofort
Aus meiner Hand getroffen, wird er ungesäumt
Vom Wagensize hinterrücks hinabgestürzt;
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Darauf erschlug ich Alle. Wenn nun Laïos
Jemals Gemeinschaft hatte mit dem Fremdlinge:
Wo mag der Menschen Einer unglückseliger,
Wer könnte gottverhaßter sein, als Dedipus?
Den nicht ein Fremdling, noch ein hier gebor'ner Manu
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In seine Wohnung nehmen noch ansprechen darf,
Nein, aus dem Hause stoßen muß! Und ich bin's selbst,
Kein Andrer hat mir diesen Fluch auf's Haupt gelegt,
Des Todten Gattin wird befleckt in meinem Arm,
Der ihn zu Boden streckte. Bin ich nicht verrucht?
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Nicht ganz und gar unheilig? Wenn ich fliehen muß,
Und als ein Flüchtling nimmermehr die Meinen seh'n,
Nicht meiner Heimat nahen darf: sonst muß ich, ha!
Die Mutter frei'n, muß meinen Vater Polybos
Ermorden, der mir Leben gab und mich erzog.
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Wer sagen wollte, daß ein grimmer Dämon dies
Mir zugesendet, träf' er nicht das Richtige?
mög' ich nie, ihr heiligen Himmelsmächte dort!
Nie diesen Tag schau'n! Mög' ich aus der Sterblichen
Anblick zuvor entschwinden, eh' ich sehen muß,
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Daß solches Unheils grause Schmach mein Leben drückt!
Uns, König, macht dies auch besorgt; doch ehe du
Den Augenzeugen ausgeforscht, verzage nicht.
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O citizens ! with grief T hear your king
Hath blasted the fair fame of guiltless Creon !
And most unjustly brands me with a crime
My soul abhors : whilst desolation spreads
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On every side, and universal ruin
Hangs o'er the land, if I in word or deed
Could join to swell the woes of hapless Thebes,
T were unworthy — nay, I would not wish —
To live another day : alas ! my friends.
Thus to be deemed a traitor to my country,
To you my fellow- citizens, to all
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That hear me, 'tis infamy and shame ;
I cannot, will not bear it.
Who told him I suborned
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The prophet to speak falsely 1 What could raise
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This vile suspicion ?
And confidence of mind ?
I cannot say ;
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'Tis not for me to know the thoughts of kings,
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Or judge their actions ! But behold ! he comes.
Ha ! Creon here ? And dar'st thou thus
approach
My palace, thou who wouldst have murdered me,
And ta'en my kingdom? by the gods I ask thee,
Answer me, traitor, didst thou think me fool,
Or coward, that I could not see thy arts,
Or had not strength to vanquish them ? What madness,
What strange infatuation led thee on,
Without or force or friends, to grasp at empire,
Which only their united force can give ?
What wei't thou doing?
Hear what I shall plead
And thou wilt never think so. Tell me, prince,
Is there a man who would prefer a throne.
With all its dangers, to an equal rank
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In peace and safety 1 I am not of those
Who choose the name of king before the power ;
Fools only make such wishes : I have all
From thee, and fearless I enjoy it all :
Had I the sceptre, often must I act
590
Against my will. Know then, I am not yet
So void of sense and reason as to quit
A real Vantage for a seeming good.
Am I not happy, am I not revered.
Embraced, and loved by all ? To me they come
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Who want thy favour, and by me acquire it ;
What then should Ci*eon wisli for ; shall he lear©
All this for empire? Bad desires corrupt
The fairest mind. I never entertained
A thought 80 vile, nor would I lend my aid
To forwai'd such base purposes. But go
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To Delphos, ask the sacred oracle
If I have spoke the truth ; if there you find
That with the prophet I conspired, destroy
The guilty Creon ; not thy voice alone
Shall then condemn me, for myself will join
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In the just sentence. But accnse me not
On weak suspicion's most uncertain test.
Justice would never call the wicked good,
Or brand fair virtue with the name of vice,
Unmerited : to cast away a friend,
610
Faithful and just, is to deprive ourselves
Of life and being, which we hold most dear :
But time and time alone revealeth all ;
That only shows the good man's excellence :
I A day sufficeth to unmask the wicked.
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O king ! his caution merits your regard ;
Who judge in haste do seldom judge aright.
O citizens !
I too can call on Thebes \
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She is my country.
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C'reon, OIdipus, Chorus.
Joe. Whence this sudden tumult ?
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O princes ! Is this well, at such a time
With idle broils to multiply the woes
Of wretched Thebes? Home, home, for shame ! nor
thus
With private quarrels swell the public ruin.
Hear, O king !
Consider, we entreat thee.
Think you I'll e'er submit to him?
No ; by yon leader of the heavenly host,
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iao
Th' immortal sun, 1 liail not such a thought ;
I only felt for Thebes' distressful state,
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And would not have it by domestic strife
Embittered thus.
Wilt not begone ?
I go ; thou knowst me not ;
But these will do me justice. [Exit Creon.
(EdIPUS, ChORUS.
I said before.
Again I say, that not to love my king
E'en as myself, would mark me for the worst
Of men. For thou didst save expiring Thebes.
Oh ! rise once more, protect, preserve thy country 1
Joe. O king ! inform me, whence this strange dissen-
sion ?
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I'll tell thee, my Jocasta, for thou knowst
The love I bear thee, what this wicked Creon
Did artfully devise against me.
Joe. Speak it,
If he indeed be guilty.
That I did murder Laius.
Joe. Spake he this
As knowing it himself, or from another ?
And sharpens every tongue against his king.
Joe. Let not a fear perplex thee, (Edipus ;
Mortals know nothing of futurity,
And these prophetic seers are all impostors ;
I'll prove it to thee. Know then, Laius once,
Not from Apollo, but his priests, received
An oracle, which said it was decreed
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He should be slain by his own son, the offspring
755
Of Laius and Jocasta. Yet he fell
755
By strangers, murdered, for so fame reports,
755
By robbers, in the place where_three Avays meet.
755
A son was born, but ere three days had passed
755
The infant's feet were bored. A servant took
755
And left him on the pathless mountain's top.
755
To perish there. Thus Phoebus ne'er decreed
755
That he should kill his father, or that Laius,
755
Which much he feared, should by his son be slain.
755
Such is the truth of oracles. Henceforth
755
Regard them not. What heaven would have us know,}'
755
It can with ease unfold, and will reveal it. ^
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O almighty Jove !
What -vvilt thou do with me ?
Joe. Why talkst thou thus 'f
GEdi. Ask me no more ; but tell me of this Laius :
What was his age and stature 1
J oc. He was tall ;
His hairs just turning to the silver hue ;
His form not much unlike thy own.
Sure I have called down curses on myself
Unknowing.
Joe Ha ! what sayst thou, CEdipus ?
I tremble whilst I look on thee.
Oh ! much
1 fear the prophet saw too well ; but say,
One thing will make it clear.
Joe. I dread to hear it ;
Yet speak, and I will tell thee'.
GEdi. Went he forth
With few attendants, or a numerous train.
In kingly pomp?
Joe. They were but tive in all.
The herald with them ; but one chariot there.
Which carried Laius.
CEdt, Oh ! 'tis but too plain.
Who brought the news?
Joe. A servant, who alone
Escaped with Ufe.
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Jove, high ruler of the skies,
And the Pythian god are wise ;
They the deeds of mortals know,
All whate'er is done below :
Of knowledge doth the Seer a brighter ray,
Than illumines me, display?
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Some deeper drink of wisdom's spring;
515
But proofs, that flash conviction I demand.
The Sphinx display'd her dreadful wing,
His wisdom saved the sinking land;
Then let my grateful soul disdain
To rank the hero with the murderer's train.
Ye citizens of Thebes, th' atrocious crime,
Charged on me by the royal Edipus,
Hath reach'd my ear: my soul disdains the charge.
If in the present ills he deems that aught
Of injury to him by word or deed
By me hath been attempted, let me breathe
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This vital air no longer, such ill fame
520
Sustaining: for no trivial damage brings
This accusation, but of import high
To me, if I shall be reputed base
By thee, and by my friends, and by the state.
In compact, to these falsehoods train'd his tongue?
Such things were said, I know not with what thought.
Roll'd his eye wild, disorder'd seem'd his sense,
Against me when this hated charge was urged?
Know'st thou what thou wou'dst do? To my reply
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Give an impartial hearing: learn, then judge.
Dost thou appear a base and faithless friend.
Not so; wou'dst thou, like me, with temperate thought
Ponder things well. For first reflect, what man
Would choose to be a king, with all the fears
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On royalty awaiting, might he sleep
Secure of fear, yet kingly pow'r possess ?
It is not in my nature, nor in his
Who knows what wisdom is, to form a wish
To be a monarch, rather than to use
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A monarch's potency. All things from thee
I now obtain, nor feel the pangs of fear.
Were I a king, I should do many things
Against my will: can then the regal state
Be sweeter to me than my princely rank,
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And pow'r that knows not care? Nor is my mind
By falsehood so beguiled, that it aspires
To honours which no real good procure.
Now all things give me pleasure; all men now
Greet me with courtesy; now all, who want
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Favours from thee, address me, for their suits
Through me they all obtain. And shall I quit
These solid pleasures for the empty pomp
Of royalty? A mind to wisdom train'd
Can not be so depraved: I never loved
To form such measures, nor in such would deign
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To share with others. Dost thou want a proof?
Go to the Pythian shrine, and there inquire
If faithfully the answer of the god
I have reported: if thou find me leagued
In counsels with the Seer, put me to death,
610
And in the sentence shall my voice assent
With thine: but on suspicion void of proof
Condemn me not: the just not lightly deem
The base man honest, or the honest base.
For he, that throws a faithful friend away,
615
Doth himself equal wrong as if he threw
His life away, which is most dear to him.
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This thou wilt know in time; for time alone
Shows a just man; the base a day unveils.
Why, indiscreetly why this strife of words,
Unhappy princes, have you raised, nor blush,
I too entreat thee, be persuaded, king:
What wou'dst thou I should yield?
With wisdom yield.
No: by the brightest of the pow'rs of heav'n,
660
The Sun, of every god, of every friend
660
Abandon'd may I perish, sunk in deep
Perdition, if I e'er had such a thought.
My country's ruin rends my bleeding heart:
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And greater were my grief, to former ills,
If ills were added from your contest sprung.
Why, lady, this delay to lead him hence ?
I will inform thee (for than these more high
I reverence thee) of Creon's base designs.
Speak, if accusing him thy proof be clear.
He saith I murder'd Laius.
Said he this
What wild amazement, lady, at thy words
Seizes my troubled thoughts, and shakes my soul.
Went he with few; or, as became a king,
750
With many guards attendant on his state?
750
Without more train than five, an herald one
Of these; a single chariot bore the king.
My expectation to such height is raised,
That I will tell thee: for in whom more dear
Can I, thus struggling with my fate, confide?
My father was the royal Polybus
Of Corinth; Merope, who boasts her birth
From Dorian Chiefs, my mother; in that state
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I was esteem'd the greatest, till there chanced
A circumstance, which might my wonder claim,
But nought of anxious care: amidst a feast
One fill'd with wine reviled me as not born
The son of Corinth's king; ill brook'd I this,
780
And scarce that day restrain'd myself; the next
780
My father and my mother I address'd,
Earnest to trace the truth; the insult raised
Their high resentment, though from heat of wine
It sprung; with their affection I was pleased;
Yet still this stung my heart, so deeply there
785
It rankled. Anxious to the Pythian shrine,
My purpose not disclosed, I take my way;
To this inquiry no reply was deign'd,
And me unhonour'd Phœbus sent away;
But show'd, the fates foretelling, other ills
With woe, with horror pregnant: he declared
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That with my mother I was doom'd to mix
Embraces, and to light produce a race
By men to be abhorr'd; nay, doom'd to be
The murderer of my father. When these words
Reach'd my affrighted ear, from Corinth wide,
795
My course thenceforth directing by the stars,
I fled, where I might ne'er behold the shame,
The infamy of these dire oracles
Fulfill'd. My way pursuing, to the place
I came, where thou hast said this monarch fell.
Yes, I will tell thee all the truth: as near
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This place, where three ways meet, I held my course,
An herald, and exalted on a car
One of such form as thy description mark'd,
Met me: with force the leader of the way,
And the old Chief himself against me rush'd,
805
And drove me back; the leader, who aside
Had turn'd me, in my rage I strike: the Chief,
Soon as he saw me passing near the car,
Smote me, against my head he aim'd the blow,
He smote me twice; but from this hand received
Unequal recompense; beneath my staff
810
At once he sunk, and from his chariot roll'd.
I slew them all. Now should these kindred deeds
Prove like relation 'twixt this stranger slain
And Laius, lives there such a wretch as I?
Lives there a man so hateful to the gods?
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Nor citizen nor stranger may henceforth
Beneath their roof receive me, none with me
Hold converse, from their houses all constrain'd
To thrust me; yet none other, but myself,
Denounced these curses on me. I pollute
The bed of him, who perish'd by these hands,
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These blood-stain'd hands? And am I not most vile?
Am I not all defiled? If I must fly,
And exiled never, never see those friends
That are most dear to me, and never tread
My country's soil again; if I must mount
825
My mother's bed, in fated nuptials join'd;
825
If I must kill my father Polybus,
From whom my life, my nurture I received ;
Who would not judge, who would not say with truth
That some remorseless Demon wrought these woes ?
But never, never, O ye holy pow'rs
830
Of the just gods, may I behold that day!
No: from the sight of mortals let me sink,
Ere see a stain like this pollute my life.
These things, O king, our consternation raise:
Yet see this herdsman, hear him; meanwhile hope:
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This I will haste to do: but go we in.
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