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    Karpathos publishes the greatest works of history's greatest authors and collects them to make it easy and affordable for readers to have them all at the push of a button.  All of our collections include a linked table of contents.


    Sophocles was one of the three ancient Greek tragedians whose plays have survived.Sophocles' most famous work was the Theban plays which center around Oedipus and Antigone.This collection includes the following:


    SURVIVING PLAYS:
    Oedipus the King
    Oedipus at Colonus
    Antigone
    Ajax
    Philoctetes
    Electra
    The Trachiniae
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCharles River Editors
    Release dateMar 22, 2018
    ISBN9781531281922
    The Complete Sophocles Collection
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    Sophocles

    Sophocles (c.496–405 BC) was an ancient Greek tragedian. Of his more than 120 plays, only seven have survived in a complete form: Ajax, Antigone, Women of Trachis, Oedipus Rex, Electra, Philoctetes and Oedipus at Colonus.

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      The Complete Sophocles Collection - Sophocles

      THE COMPLETE SOPHOCLES COLLECTION

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      Sophocles

      KARPATHOS COLLECTIONS

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      All rights reserved. Aside from brief quotations for media coverage and reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without the author’s permission. Thank you for supporting authors and a diverse, creative culture by purchasing this book and complying with copyright laws.

      Copyright © 2016 by Sophocles

      Interior design by Pronoun

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      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Complete Sophocles Collection

      The Complete Oedipus Trilogy

      Oedipus the King

      Argument

      Dramatis Personae

      Scene: Thebes. Before the Palace of Oedipus.

      Oedipus at Colonus

      Argument

      Dramatis Personae

      Scene: In front of the grove of the Eumenides.

      Antigone

      Argument

      Dramatis Personae

      Scene. Antigone and Ismene before the Palace gates.

      Ajax

      Characters in the Play

      Scene: Before the tent of Ajax in the Greek camp at Troy.

      Philoctetes

      CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY

      SCENE: A lonely region on the shore of Lemnos, before a steep cliff in which is the entrance to Philoctetes’ cave.

      Electra

      Characters in the Play

      SCENE: At Mycenae, before the palace of the Pelopidae.

      The Trachiniae

      Characters in the Play

      Scene: At Trachis, before the house of Heracles.

      THE COMPLETE SOPHOCLES COLLECTION

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      THE COMPLETE OEDIPUS TRILOGY

      ..................

      Translated by F. Storr

      OEDIPUS THE KING

      ..................

      ARGUMENT

      To Laius, King of Thebes, an oracle foretold that the child born to him by his queen Jocasta would slay his father and wed his mother. So when in time a son was born the infant’s feet were riveted together and he was left to die on Mount Cithaeron. But a shepherd found the babe and tended him, and delivered him to another shepherd who took him to his master, the King or Corinth. Polybus being childless adopted the boy, who grew up believing that he was indeed the King’s son. Afterwards doubting his parentage he inquired of the Delphic god and heard himself the weird declared before to Laius. Wherefore he fled from what he deemed his father’s house and in his flight he encountered and unwillingly slew his father Laius. Arriving at Thebes he answered the riddle of the Sphinx and the grateful Thebans made their deliverer king. So he reigned in the room of Laius, and espoused the widowed queen. Children were born to them and Thebes prospered under his rule, but again a grievous plague fell upon the city. Again the oracle was consulted and it bade them purge themselves of blood-guiltiness. Oedipus denounces the crime of which he is unaware, and undertakes to track out the criminal. Step by step it is brought home to him that he is the man. The closing scene reveals Jocasta slain by her own hand and Oedipus blinded by his own act and praying for death or exile.

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

      Oedipus.

      The Priest of Zeus.

      Creon.

      Chorus of Theban Elders.

      Teiresias.

      Jocasta.

      Messenger.

      Herd of Laius.

      Second Messenger.

      SCENE: THEBES. BEFORE THE PALACE OF OEDIPUS.

      Suppliants of all ages are seated round the altar at the palace doors, at their head a Priest OF Zeus. To them enter Oedipus.

      Oedipus

      My children, latest born to Cadmus old,

      Why sit ye here as suppliants, in your hands

      Branches of olive filleted with wool?

      What means this reek of incense everywhere,

      And everywhere laments and litanies?

      Children, it were not meet that I should learn

      From others, and am hither come, myself,

      I Oedipus, your world-renowned king.

      Ho! aged sire, whose venerable locks

      Proclaim thee spokesman of this company,

      Explain your mood and purport. Is it dread

      Of ill that moves you or a boon ye crave?

      My zeal in your behalf ye cannot doubt;

      Ruthless indeed were I and obdurate

      If such petitioners as you I spurned.

      Priest

      Yea, Oedipus, my sovereign lord and king,

      Thou seest how both extremes of age besiege

      Thy palace altars — fledglings hardly winged,

      and greybeards bowed with years; priests, as am I

      of Zeus, and these the flower of our youth.

      Meanwhile, the common folk, with wreathed boughs

      Crowd our two market-places, or before

      Both shrines of Pallas congregate, or where

      Ismenus gives his oracles by fire.

      For, as thou seest thyself, our ship of State,

      Sore buffeted, can no more lift her head,

      Foundered beneath a weltering surge of blood.

      A blight is on our harvest in the ear,

      A blight upon the grazing flocks and herds,

      A blight on wives in travail; and withal

      Armed with his blazing torch the God of Plague

      Hath swooped upon our city emptying

      The house of Cadmus, and the murky realm

      Of Pluto is full fed with groans and tears.

      Therefore, O King, here at thy hearth we sit,

      I and these children; not as deeming thee

      A new divinity, but the first of men;

      First in the common accidents of life,

      And first in visitations of the Gods.

      Art thou not he who coming to the town

      of Cadmus freed us from the tax we paid

      To the fell songstress? Nor hadst thou received

      Prompting from us or been by others schooled;

      No, by a god inspired (so all men deem,

      And testify) didst thou renew our life.

      And now, O Oedipus, our peerless king,

      All we thy votaries beseech thee, find

      Some succor, whether by a voice from heaven

      Whispered, or haply known by human wit.

      Tried counselors, methinks, are aptest found

      To furnish for the future pregnant rede.

      Upraise, O chief of men, upraise our State!

      Look to thy laurels! for thy zeal of yore

      Our country’s savior thou art justly hailed:

      O never may we thus record thy reign:—

      He raised us up only to cast us down.

      Uplift us, build our city on a rock.

      Thy happy star ascendant brought us luck,

      O let it not decline! If thou wouldst rule

      This land, as now thou reignest, better sure

      To rule a peopled than a desert realm.

      Nor battlements nor galleys aught avail,

      If men to man and guards to guard them tail.

      Oedipus

      Ah! my poor children, known, ah, known too well,

      The quest that brings you hither and your need.

      Ye sicken all, well wot I, yet my pain,

      How great soever yours, outtops it all.

      Your sorrow touches each man severally,

      Him and none other, but I grieve at once

      Both for the general and myself and you.

      Therefore ye rouse no sluggard from day-dreams.

      Many, my children, are the tears I’ve wept,

      And threaded many a maze of weary thought.

      Thus pondering one clue of hope I caught,

      And tracked it up; I have sent Menoeceus’ son,

      Creon, my consort’s brother, to inquire

      Of Pythian Phoebus at his Delphic shrine,

      How I might save the State by act or word.

      And now I reckon up the tale of days

      Since he set forth, and marvel how he fares.

      ’Tis strange, this endless tarrying, passing strange.

      But when he comes, then I were base indeed,

      If I perform not all the god declares.

      Priest

      Thy words are well timed; even as thou speakest

      That shouting tells me Creon is at hand.

      Oedipus

      O King Apollo! may his joyous looks

      Be presage of the joyous news he brings!

      Priest

      As I surmise, ’tis welcome; else his head

      Had scarce been crowned with berry-laden bays.

      Oedipus

      We soon shall know; he’s now in earshot range.

      [Enter Creon]

      My royal cousin, say, Menoeceus’ child,

      What message hast thou brought us from the god?

      Creon

      Good news, for e’en intolerable ills,

      Finding right issue, tend to naught but good.

      Oedipus

      How runs the oracle? thus far thy words

      Give me no ground for confidence or fear.

      Creon

      If thou wouldst hear my message publicly,

      I’ll tell thee straight, or with thee pass within.

      Oedipus

      Speak before all; the burden that I bear

      Is more for these my subjects than myself.

      Creon

      Let me report then all the god declared.

      King Phoebus bids us straitly extirpate

      A fell pollution that infests the land,

      And no more harbor an inveterate sore.

      Oedipus

      What expiation means he? What’s amiss?

      Creon

      Banishment, or the shedding blood for blood.

      This stain of blood makes shipwreck of our state.

      Oedipus

      Whom can he mean, the miscreant thus denounced?

      Creon

      Before thou didst assume the helm of State,

      The sovereign of this land was Laius.

      Oedipus

      I heard as much, but never saw the man.

      Creon

      He fell; and now the god’s command is plain:

      Punish his takers-off, whoe’er they be.

      Oedipus

      Where are they? Where in the wide world to find

      The far, faint traces of a bygone crime?

      Creon

      In this land, said the god; "who seeks shall find;

      Who sits with folded hands or sleeps is blind."

      Oedipus

      Was he within his palace, or afield,

      Or traveling, when Laius met his fate?

      Creon

      Abroad; he started, so he told us, bound

      For Delphi, but he never thence returned.

      Oedipus

      Came there no news, no fellow-traveler

      To give some clue that might be followed up?

      Creon

      But one escape, who flying for dear life,

      Could tell of all he saw but one thing sure.

      Oedipus

      And what was that? One clue might lead us far,

      With but a spark of hope to guide our quest.

      Creon

      Robbers, he told us, not one bandit but

      A troop of knaves, attacked and murdered him.

      Oedipus

      Did any bandit dare so bold a stroke,

      Unless indeed he were suborned from Thebes?

      Creon

      So ’twas surmised, but none was found to avenge

      His murder mid the trouble that ensued.

      Oedipus

      What trouble can have hindered a full quest,

      When royalty had fallen thus miserably?

      Creon

      The riddling Sphinx compelled us to let slide

      The dim past and attend to instant needs.

      Oedipus

      Well, I will start afresh and once again

      Make dark things clear. Right worthy the concern

      Of Phoebus, worthy thine too, for the dead;

      I also, as is meet, will lend my aid

      To avenge this wrong to Thebes and to the god.

      Not for some far-off kinsman, but myself,

      Shall I expel this poison in the blood;

      For whoso slew that king might have a mind

      To strike me too with his assassin hand.

      Therefore in righting him I serve myself.

      Up, children, haste ye, quit these altar stairs,

      Take hence your suppliant wands, go summon hither

      The Theban commons. With the god’s good help

      Success is sure; ’tis ruin if we fail.

      [Exeunt Oedipus and Creon]

      Priest

      Come, children, let us hence; these gracious words

      Forestall the very purpose of our suit.

      And may the god who sent this oracle

      Save us withal and rid us of this pest.

      [Exeunt Priest and Suppliants]

      Chorus

      (Str. 1)

      Sweet-voiced daughter of Zeus from thy gold-paved Pythian shrine

      Wafted to Thebes divine,

      What dost thou bring me? My soul is racked and shivers with fear.

      (Healer of Delos, hear!)

      Hast thou some pain unknown before,

      Or with the circling years renewest a penance of yore?

      Offspring of golden Hope, thou voice immortal, O tell me.

      (Ant. 1)

      First on Athene I call; O Zeus-born goddess, defend!

      Goddess and sister, befriend,

      Artemis, Lady of Thebes, high-throned in the midst of our mart!

      Lord of the death-winged dart!

      Your threefold aid I crave

      From death and ruin our city to save.

      If in the days of old when we nigh had perished, ye drave

      From our land the fiery plague, be near us now and defend us!

      (Str. 2)

      Ah me, what countless woes are mine!

      All our host is in decline;

      Weaponless my spirit lies.

      Earth her gracious fruits denies;

      Women wail in barren throes;

      Life on life downstriken goes,

      Swifter than the wind bird’s flight,

      Swifter than the Fire-God’s might,

      To the westering shores of Night.

      (Ant. 2)

      Wasted thus by death on death

      All our city perisheth.

      Corpses spread infection round;

      None to tend or mourn is found.

      Wailing on the altar stair

      Wives and grandams rend the air —

      Long-drawn moans and piercing cries

      Blent with prayers and litanies.

      Golden child of Zeus, O hear

      Let thine angel face appear!

      (Str. 3)

      And grant that Ares whose hot breath I feel,

      Though without targe or steel

      He stalks, whose voice is as the battle shout,

      May turn in sudden rout,

      To the unharbored Thracian waters sped,

      Or Amphitrite’s bed.

      For what night leaves undone,

      Smit by the morrow’s sun

      Perisheth. Father Zeus, whose hand

      Doth wield the lightning brand,

      Slay him beneath thy levin bold, we pray,

      Slay him, O slay!

      (Ant. 3)

      O that thine arrows too, Lycean King,

      From that taut bow’s gold string,

      Might fly abroad, the champions of our rights;

      Yea, and the flashing lights

      Of Artemis, wherewith the huntress sweeps

      Across the Lycian steeps.

      Thee too I call with golden-snooded hair,

      Whose name our land doth bear,

      Bacchus to whom thy Maenads Evoe shout;

      Come with thy bright torch, rout,

      Blithe god whom we adore,

      The god whom gods abhor.

      [Enter Oedipus.]

      Oedipus

      Ye pray; ’tis well, but would ye hear my words

      And heed them and apply the remedy,

      Ye might perchance find comfort and relief.

      Mind you, I speak as one who comes a stranger

      To this report, no less than to the crime;

      For how unaided could I track it far

      Without a clue? Which lacking (for too late

      Was I enrolled a citizen of Thebes)

      This proclamation I address to all:—

      Thebans, if any knows the man by whom

      Laius, son of Labdacus, was slain,

      I summon him to make clean shrift to me.

      And if he shrinks, let him reflect that thus

      Confessing he shall ’scape the capital charge;

      For the worst penalty that shall befall him

      Is banishment — unscathed he shall depart.

      But if an alien from a foreign land

      Be known to any as the murderer,

      Let him who knows speak out, and he shall have

      Due recompense from me and thanks to boot.

      But if ye still keep silence, if through fear

      For self or friends ye disregard my hest,

      Hear what I then resolve; I lay my ban

      On the assassin whosoe’er he be.

      Let no man in this land, whereof I hold

      The sovereign rule, harbor or speak to him;

      Give him no part in prayer or sacrifice

      Or lustral rites, but hound him from your homes.

      For this is our defilement, so the god

      Hath lately shown to me by oracles.

      Thus as their champion I maintain the cause

      Both of the god and of the murdered King.

      And on the murderer this curse I lay

      (On him and all the partners in his guilt):—

      Wretch, may he pine in utter wretchedness!

      And for myself, if with my privity

      He gain admittance to my hearth, I pray

      The curse I laid on others fall on me.

      See that ye give effect to all my hest,

      For my sake and the god’s and for our land,

      A desert blasted by the wrath of heaven.

      For, let alone the god’s express command,

      It were a scandal ye should leave unpurged

      The murder of a great man and your king,

      Nor track it home. And now that I am lord,

      Successor to his throne, his bed, his wife,

      (And had he not been frustrate in the hope

      Of issue, common children of one womb

      Had forced a closer bond twixt him and me,

      But Fate swooped down upon him), therefore I

      His blood-avenger will maintain his cause

      As though he were my sire, and leave no stone

      Unturned to track the assassin or avenge

      The son of Labdacus, of Polydore,

      Of Cadmus, and Agenor first of the race.

      And for the disobedient thus I pray:

      May the gods send them neither timely fruits

      Of earth, nor teeming increase of the womb,

      But may they waste and pine, as now they waste,

      Aye and worse stricken; but to all of you,

      My loyal subjects who approve my acts,

      May Justice, our ally, and all the gods

      Be gracious and attend you evermore.

      Chorus

      The oath thou profferest, sire, I take and swear.

      I slew him not myself, nor can I name

      The slayer. For the quest, ’twere well, methinks

      That Phoebus, who proposed the riddle, himself

      Should give the answer — who the murderer was.

      Oedipus

      Well argued; but no living man can hope

      To force the gods to speak against their will.

      Chorus

      May I then say what seems next best to me?

      Oedipus

      Aye, if there be a third best, tell it too.

      Chorus

      My liege, if any man sees eye to eye

      With our lord Phoebus, ’tis our prophet, lord

      Teiresias; he of all men best might guide

      A searcher of this matter to the light.

      Oedipus

      Here too my zeal has nothing lagged, for twice

      At Creon’s instance have I sent to fetch him,

      And long I marvel why he is not here.

      Chorus

      I mind me too of rumors long ago —

      Mere gossip.

      Oedipus

      Tell them, I would fain know all.

      Chorus

      ’Twas said he fell by travelers.

      Oedipus

      So I heard,

      But none has seen the man who saw him fall.

      Chorus

      Well, if he knows what fear is, he will quail

      And flee before the terror of thy curse.

      Oedipus

      Words scare not him who blenches not at deeds.

      Chorus

      But here is one to arraign him. Lo, at length

      They bring the god-inspired seer in whom

      Above all other men is truth inborn.

      [Enter Teiresias, led by a boy.]

      Oedipus

      Teiresias, seer who comprehendest all,

      Lore of the wise and hidden mysteries,

      High things of heaven and low things of the earth,

      Thou knowest, though thy blinded eyes see naught,

      What plague infects our city; and we turn

      To thee, O seer, our one defense and shield.

      The purport of the answer that the God

      Returned to us who sought his oracle,

      The messengers have doubtless told thee — how

      One course alone could rid us of the pest,

      To find the murderers of Laius,

      And slay them or expel them from the land.

      Therefore begrudging neither augury

      Nor other divination that is thine,

      O save thyself, thy country, and thy king,

      Save all from this defilement of blood shed.

      On thee we rest. This is man’s highest end,

      To others’ service all his powers to lend.

      Teiresias

      Alas, alas, what misery to be wise

      When wisdom profits nothing! This old lore

      I had forgotten; else I were not here.

      Oedipus

      What ails thee? Why this melancholy mood?

      Teiresias

      Let me go home; prevent me not; ’twere best

      That thou shouldst bear thy burden and I mine.

      Oedipus

      For shame! no true-born Theban patriot

      Would thus withhold the word of prophecy.

      Teiresias

      Thy words, O king, are wide of the mark, and I

      For fear lest I too trip like thee . . .

      Oedipus

      Oh speak,

      Withhold not, I adjure thee, if thou know’st,

      Thy knowledge. We are all thy suppliants.

      Teiresias

      Aye, for ye all are witless, but my voice Will ne’er reveal my miseries — or thine.

      Oedipus

      What then, thou knowest, and yet willst not speak!

      Wouldst thou betray us and destroy the State?

      Teiresias

      I will not vex myself nor thee. Why ask

      Thus idly what from me thou shalt not learn?

      Oedipus

      Monster! thy silence would incense a flint.

      Will nothing loose thy tongue? Can nothing melt thee,

      Or shake thy dogged taciturnity?

      Teiresias

      Thou blam’st my mood and seest not thine own

      Wherewith thou art mated; no, thou taxest me.

      Oedipus

      And who could stay his choler when he heard

      How insolently thou dost flout the State?

      Teiresias

      Well, it will come what will, though I be mute.

      Oedipus

      Since come it must, thy duty is to tell me.

      Teiresias

      I have no more to say; storm as thou willst,

      And give the rein to all thy pent-up rage.

      Oedipus

      Yea, I am wroth, and will not stint my words,

      But speak my whole mind. Thou methinks thou art he,

      Who planned the crime, aye, and performed it too,

      All save the assassination; and if thou

      Hadst not been blind, I had been sworn to boot

      That thou alone didst do the bloody deed.

      Teiresias

      Is it so? Then I charge thee to abide

      By thine own proclamation; from this day

      Speak not to these or me. Thou art the man,

      Thou the accursed polluter of this land.

      Oedipus

      Vile slanderer, thou blurtest forth these taunts,

      And think’st forsooth as seer to go scot free.

      Teiresias

      Yea, I am free, strong in the strength of truth.

      Oedipus

      Who was thy teacher? not methinks thy art.

      Teiresias

      Thou, goading me against my will to speak.

      Oedipus

      What speech? repeat it and resolve my doubt.

      Teiresias

      Didst miss my sense wouldst thou goad me on?

      Oedipus

      I but half caught thy meaning; say it again.

      Teiresias

      I say thou art the murderer of the man

      Whose murderer thou pursuest.

      Oedipus

      Thou shalt rue it

      Twice to repeat so gross a calumny.

      Teiresias

      Must I say more to aggravate thy rage?

      Oedipus

      Say all thou wilt; it will be but waste of breath.

      Teiresias

      I say thou livest with thy nearest kin

      In infamy, unwitting in thy shame.

      Oedipus

      Think’st thou for aye unscathed to wag thy tongue?

      Teiresias

      Yea, if the might of truth can aught prevail.

      Oedipus

      With other men, but not with thee, for thou

      In ear, wit, eye, in everything art blind.

      Teiresias

      Poor fool to utter gibes at me which all

      Here present will cast back on thee ere long.

      Oedipus

      Offspring of endless Night, thou hast no power

      O’er me or any man who sees the sun.

      Teiresias

      No, for thy weird is not to fall by me.

      I leave to Apollo what concerns the god.

      Oedipus

      Is this a plot of Creon, or thine own?

      Teiresias

      Not Creon, thou thyself art thine own bane.

      Oedipus

      O wealth and empiry and skill by skill

      Outwitted in the battlefield of life,

      What spite and envy follow in your train!

      See, for this crown the State conferred on me.

      A gift, a thing I sought not, for this crown

      The trusty Creon, my familiar friend,

      Hath lain in wait to oust me and suborned

      This mountebank, this juggling charlatan,

      This tricksy beggar-priest, for gain alone

      Keen-eyed, but in his proper art stone-blind.

      Say, sirrah, hast thou ever proved thyself

      A prophet? When the riddling Sphinx was here

      Why hadst thou no deliverance for this folk?

      And yet the riddle was not to be solved

      By guess-work but required the prophet’s art;

      Wherein thou wast found lacking; neither birds

      Nor sign from heaven helped thee, but I came,

      The simple Oedipus; I stopped her mouth

      By mother wit, untaught of auguries.

      This is the man whom thou wouldst undermine,

      In hope to reign with Creon in my stead.

      Methinks that thou and thine abettor soon

      Will rue your plot to drive the scapegoat out.

      Thank thy grey hairs that thou hast still to learn

      What chastisement such arrogance deserves.

      Chorus

      To us it seems that both the seer and thou,

      O Oedipus, have spoken angry words.

      This is no time to wrangle but consult

      How best we may fulfill the oracle.

      Teiresias

      King as thou art, free speech at least is mine

      To make reply; in this I am thy peer.

      I own no lord but Loxias; him I serve

      And ne’er can stand enrolled as Creon’s man.

      Thus then I answer: since thou hast not spared

      To twit me with my blindness — thou hast eyes,

      Yet see’st not in what misery thou art fallen,

      Nor where thou dwellest nor with whom for mate.

      Dost know thy lineage? Nay, thou know’st it not,

      And all unwitting art a double foe

      To thine own kin, the living and the dead;

      Aye and the dogging curse of mother and sire

      One day shall drive thee, like a two-edged sword,

      Beyond our borders, and the eyes that now

      See clear shall henceforward endless night.

      Ah whither shall thy bitter cry not reach,

      What crag in all Cithaeron but shall then

      Reverberate thy wail, when thou hast found

      With what a hymeneal thou wast borne

      Home, but to no fair haven, on the gale!

      Aye, and a flood of ills thou guessest not

      Shall set thyself and children in one line.

      Flout then both Creon and my words, for none

      Of mortals shall be striken worse than thou.

      Oedipus

      Must I endure this fellow’s insolence?

      A murrain on thee! Get thee hence! Begone

      Avaunt! and never cross my threshold more.

      Teiresias

      I ne’er had come hadst thou not bidden me.

      Oedipus

      I know not thou wouldst utter folly, else

      Long hadst thou waited to be summoned here.

      Teiresias

      Such am I— as it seems to thee a fool,

      But to the parents who begat thee, wise.

      Oedipus

      What sayest thou —parents? Who begat me, speak?

      Teiresias

      This day shall be thy birth-day, and thy grave.

      Oedipus

      Thou lov’st to speak in riddles and dark words.

      Teiresias

      In reading riddles who so skilled as thou?

      Oedipus

      Twit me with that wherein my greatness lies.

      Teiresias

      And yet this very greatness proved thy bane.

      Oedipus

      No matter if I saved the commonwealth.

      Teiresias

      ’Tis time I left thee. Come, boy, take me home.

      Oedipus

      Aye, take him quickly, for his presence irks

      And lets me; gone, thou canst not plague me more.

      Teiresias

      I go, but first will tell thee why I came.

      Thy frown I dread not, for thou canst not harm me.

      Hear then: this man whom thou hast sought to arrest

      With threats and warrants

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