Creon returns to report that the plague is the result of religious pollution, since the murderer of their former king, Laius, has never been caught. Oedipus vows to find the murderer and curses him for causing the plague.
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I became angry and struck the coachman who was pushing me. He cannot unsay it now, for every and as I passed he struck me from his carriage, one in the city heard it—not I alone. But, Oedi- full on the head with his two pointed goad. And then I killed them declared that the king should be killed by his own all.
If it happened there was any tie son. And that poor creature did not kill him of kinship twixt this man and Laius, surely, —for he died himself first. So as far as who is then now more miserable than I, prophecy goes, henceforward I shall not look to what man on earth so hated by the Gods, the right hand or the left. But yet, send some one for the peasant but drive me out of doors? And it is I, to bring I and no other have so cursed myself. Was I not born evil? Now let me go indoors.
I Am I not utterly unclean? I had to fly will do and in my banishment not even see nothing except what pleases you. May destiny ever find me O no, no , no—O holy majesty pious in word and deed of God on high, may I not see that day!
But until you see for God is great in them and grows not old. Antistrophe Insolence55 breeds the tyrant, insolence 53 infamies n. Or best of all, if you know, where is the king himself? This of hand or word and gives no heed lady is his wife and mother to Justice and the shrines of Gods of his children. When such things are done, what man shall contriveto What do you shield his soul from the shafts of the God?
What have you When such deeds are held in honor, to tell us? Good for your house Antistrophe and for your No longer to the holy place, husband. Who sent you to us? Perhaps a little pain too. That is the rumor there. He is in his grave. I can do no good news! O oracles of the Gods, where are you now? It by my advice, and so I came as suppliant was from to you, Lycaean Apollo, who are nearest. These are the symbols of my prayer and this And now he is dead, in the course of nature, and not killed by Oedipus.
What is his message for me? Tell me yourself. Or does the sacred law forbid another to have knowledge of it? But they, sir. Best to live lightly, as one can, unthinkingly. Tell me. Is he the man he arms? Such is my breeding, heed; and I shall never prove so false to it, nor try to keep in mind what has been said.
It will be wasted labor. Who was it bore you, child? Or was she a bride of Loxias, your mother? God keep you from the knowledge of who you are! His old age is consonant with the other. I recognize as my own servants. You that is all I can call you, and the last thing perhaps may better me in knowledge since that I shall ever call you. I am afraid that trouble will break out of this silence.
I at least shall be willing to see my ancestry, though humble. Were you ever dishonored. How did you live? What do you want to know? I have told you that I gave it. Well—am I right or not in what I said we did? Why do you ask the question? Your words are more at fault than his.
Or born in wedlock? But I must hear. O Zeus—and killed and reduced to nought the hooked taloned maid of the riddling speech,66 HERDSMAN: The child was called his child; but she standing a tower against death for my land; within, hence he was called my king and hence your wife would tell you best how all this was.
Strophe But now whose tale is more miserable? Whose troubles so reverse his life as his? I pitied it, and thought that I could send it I weep for you and cry off to another country and this man a dirge of lamentation. But he saved it To speak directly, I drew my breath for the most terrible troubles.
Light of the sun, let me look upon you no more after today! Luckless Oedipus, whom of all men I envy not at all. You did not see the sight. But with both her hands, and crying upon Laius he wants for strength, aye, and some one to guide him; long dead—Do you remember, Laius, his sickness is too great to bear.
You, too, that night long past which bred a child for us will be shown that. The bolts are opening. How after that she died I do not know, — I never found a worse! As he raved I shudder at the sight of you. Where is my voice wrenching the hollow bolts out of their sockets, borne on the wind to and fro? There, there, we saw his wife Spirit, how far have you sprung?
Then as she lay, may not hear, nor their eyes behold it. And the bleeding eyeballs you are the only steadfast, the one that attends on gushed me; and stained his beard—no sluggish oozing drops you still stay nursing the blind man. Your care is not unnoticed. I can know So it has broken—and not on one head your voice, although this darkness is my world. Why should I see Cithaeron, why did you receive me? Now I am found to be Take me away, my friends, the greatly miserable, a sinner and a son of sinners.
Crossroads, the most accursed, whom God too hates and hidden glade, oak and the narrow way above all men on earth! O marriage, marriage! Approach and deign to touch me for all my wretchedness, and do not fear. Creon is left as sole ruler in your stead. If there is any ill worse than ill, that is the lot of Oedipus. What shall I say to him? But if you still under the earth, nor yet my wretched mother— are without shame before the face of men those two to whom I have done things deserving reverence at least the flame that gives all life, worse punishment than hanging.
Would the sight our Lord the Sun, and do not show unveiled of children bred as mine are, gladden me? And my city, nor holy rain nor light of day can welcome. It is most decent and of the race of Laius.
If there were a means to choke the fountain 70 carcass n. O true noble Creon! Can I that has used you vilely71—do a thing for me. I shall speak for your own good, not for my own. What shall I say? Yes, I can hear them sobbing—my two darlings! Am I right? What you will perform the rites for her. For me— curse is not there? Leave me live and begot you out of the womb that held him.
Then who will marry you? Yet I know this much: left these two girls, and we, their parents, both no sickness and no other thing will kill me. For some strange evil fate. Well, let my fate They are of your own blood. Touch my hand, noble Creon, and say yes.
But as it is, and everything I touched they always shared— let this be what you pray: give me a life O Creon, have a thought for them! Son of Menoeceus Creon. CREON: Do not seek to be master in everything, for the things you mastered did not follow you throughout your life.
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