Antigone
Scene III.
(Edi. My daughter, is he gone ?
He is, and thou mayst safely speak, for I
Since in your seats my wearied steps have found
Their first I'epose, not inauspicious smile
On Phoebus and on me ! For know, the god
Who 'gainst unhappy (Edipus denounced
Unnumbered woes, foretold that here at last
I should liave rest, within this hallowed grove
These hospitable shades, and finish here
A life of misery : happy those, he said.
Who should receive me, glorious their reward,
And woe to them who strove to drive me hence
Inhuman. This he promised to confirm
By signs undoubted ; thunder, or the sound
Of dreadful earthquake, or the lightning's blast
Launched from the arm of Jove. I doubt it not,
From you some happy omen hither led
My prosperous steps, that first to you I came
Pure to the pure ] and here on this rude seat
Reposed me, could not be the work of chance ;
Wherefore, ye powers ! as Phoebus hath decreed,
Here let me find a period of my woes,
Here end my wi^etched life ! unless the man,
Who long hath groaned beneath the bitterest ills
That mortals feel, still seem to merit more.
Daughters of Ancient Night ! oh, hear me now !
And thou, from great Minerva called, the best
And noblest city, Athens ! pity me,
Pity the shadow of poor CEdipus ;
For, oh ! I am not what I was.