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Oedipus Trilogy

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by Sophocles


  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. [2]

  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 this long while, the wretch

  Who murdered Laius—that man is here.

  He passes for an alien in the land

  But soon shall prove a Theban, native born.

  And yet his fortune brings him little joy;

  For blind of seeing, clad in beggar's weeds,

  For purple robes, and leaning on his staff,

  To a strange land he soon shall grope his way.

  And of the children, inmates of his home,

  He shall be proved the brother and the sire,

  Of her who bare him son and husband both,

  Co-partner, and assassin of his sire.

  Go in and ponder this, and if thou find

  That I have missed the mark, henceforth declare

  I have no wit nor skill in prophecy.

  (Exeunt TEIRESIAS and OEDIPUS)

  CHORUS

  (Str. 1)

  Who is he by voice immortal named from Pythia's rocky cell,

  Doer of foul deeds of bloodshed, horrors that no tongue can tell?

  A foot for flight he needs

  Fleeter than storm-swift steeds,

  For on his heels doth follow,

  Armed with the lightnings of his Sire, Apollo.

  Like sleuth-hounds too

  The Fates pursue.

  (Ant. 1)

  Yea, but now flashed forth the summons from Parnassus' snowy peak,

  "Near and far the undiscovered doer of this murder seek!"

  Now like a sullen bull he roves

  Through forest brakes and upland groves,

  And vainly seeks to fly

  The doom that ever nigh

  Flits o'er his head,

  Still by the avenging Phoebus sped,

  The voice divine,

  From Earth's mid shrine.

  (Str. 2)

  Sore perplexed am I by the words of the master seer.

  Are they true, are they false? I know not and bridle my tongue for

  fear,

  Fluttered with vague surmise; nor present nor future is clear.

  Quarrel of ancient date or in days still near know I none

  Twixt the Labdacidan house and our ruler, Polybus' son.

  Proof is there none: how then can I challenge our King's good name,

  How in a blood-feud join for an untracked deed of shame?

  (Ant. 2)

  All wise are Zeus and Apollo, and nothing is hid from their ken;

  They are gods; and in wits a man may surpass his fellow men;

  But that a mortal seer knows more than I know—where

  Hath this been proven? Or how without sign assured, can I blame

  Him who saved our State when the winged songstress came,

  Tested and tried in the light of us all, like gold assayed?

  How can I now assent when a crime is on Oedipus laid?

  CREON

  Friends, countrymen, I learn King Oedipus

  Hath laid against me a most grievous charge,

  And come to you protesting. If he deems

  That I have harmed or injured him in aught

  By word or deed in this our present trouble,

  I care not to prolong the span of life,

  Thus ill-reputed; for the calumny

  Hits not a single blot, but blasts my name,

  If by the general voice I am denounced

  False to the State and false by you my friends.

  CHORUS

  This taunt, it well may be, was blurted out

  In petulance, not spoken advisedl
y.

  CREON

  Did any dare pretend that it was I

  Prompted the seer to utter a forged charge?

  CHORUS

  Such things were said; with what intent I know not.

  CREON

  Were not his wits and vision all astray

  When upon me he fixed this monstrous charge?

  CHORUS

  I know not; to my sovereign's acts I am blind.

  But lo, he comes to answer for himself.

  (Enter OEDIPUS.)

  OEDIPUS

  Sirrah, what mak'st thou here? Dost thou presume

  To approach my doors, thou brazen-faced rogue,

  My murderer and the filcher of my crown?

  Come, answer this, didst thou detect in me

  Some touch of cowardice or witlessness,

  That made thee undertake this enterprise?

  I seemed forsooth too simple to perceive

  The serpent stealing on me in the dark,

  Or else too weak to scotch it when I saw.

  This thou art witless seeking to possess

  Without a following or friends the crown,

  A prize that followers and wealth must win.

  CREON

  Attend me. Thou hast spoken, 'tis my turn

  To make reply. Then having heard me, judge.

  OEDIPUS

  Thou art glib of tongue, but I am slow to learn

  Of thee; I know too well thy venomous hate.

  CREON

  First I would argue out this very point.

  OEDIPUS

  O argue not that thou art not a rogue.

  CREON

  If thou dost count a virtue stubbornness,

  Unschooled by reason, thou art much astray.

  OEDIPUS

  If thou dost hold a kinsman may be wronged,

  And no pains follow, thou art much to seek.

  CREON

  Therein thou judgest rightly, but this wrong

  That thou allegest—tell me what it is.

  OEDIPUS

  Didst thou or didst thou not advise that I

  Should call the priest?

  CREON

  Yes, and I stand to it.

  OEDIPUS

  Tell me how long is it since Laius...

  CREON

  Since Laius...? I follow not thy drift.

  OEDIPUS

  By violent hands was spirited away.

  CREON

  In the dim past, a many years agone.

  OEDIPUS

  Did the same prophet then pursue his craft?

  CREON

  Yes, skilled as now and in no less repute.

  OEDIPUS

  Did he at that time ever glance at me?

  CREON

  Not to my knowledge, not when I was by.

  OEDIPUS

  But was no search and inquisition made?

  CREON

  Surely full quest was made, but nothing learnt.

  OEDIPUS

  Why failed the seer to tell his story then?

  CREON

  I know not, and not knowing hold my tongue.

  OEDIPUS

  This much thou knowest and canst surely tell.

  CREON

 

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