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Oedipus Trilogy

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by Sophocles

What's mean'st thou? All I know I will declare.

  OEDIPUS

  But for thy prompting never had the seer

  Ascribed to me the death of Laius.

  CREON

  If so he thou knowest best; but I

  Would put thee to the question in my turn.

  OEDIPUS

  Question and prove me murderer if thou canst.

  CREON

  Then let me ask thee, didst thou wed my sister?

  OEDIPUS

  A fact so plain I cannot well deny.

  CREON

  And as thy consort queen she shares the throne?

  OEDIPUS

  I grant her freely all her heart desires.

  CREON

  And with you twain I share the triple rule?

  OEDIPUS

  Yea, and it is that proves thee a false friend.

  CREON

  Not so, if thou wouldst reason with thyself,

  As I with myself. First, I bid thee think,

  Would any mortal choose a troubled reign

  Of terrors rather than secure repose,

  If the same power were given him? As for me,

  I have no natural craving for the name

  Of king, preferring to do kingly deeds,

  And so thinks every sober-minded man.

  Now all my needs are satisfied through thee,

  And I have naught to fear; but were I king,

  My acts would oft run counter to my will.

  How could a title then have charms for me

  Above the sweets of boundless influence?

  I am not so infatuate as to grasp

  The shadow when I hold the substance fast.

  Now all men cry me Godspeed! wish me well,

  And every suitor seeks to gain my ear,

  If he would hope to win a grace from thee.

  Why should I leave the better, choose the worse?

  That were sheer madness, and I am not mad.

  No such ambition ever tempted me,

  Nor would I have a share in such intrigue.

  And if thou doubt me, first to Delphi go,

  There ascertain if my report was true

  Of the god's answer; next investigate

  If with the seer I plotted or conspired,

  And if it prove so, sentence me to death,

  Not by thy voice alone, but mine and thine.

  But O condemn me not, without appeal,

  On bare suspicion. 'Tis not right to adjudge

  Bad men at random good, or good men bad.

  I would as lief a man should cast away

  The thing he counts most precious, his own life,

  As spurn a true friend. Thou wilt learn in time

  The truth, for time alone reveals the just;

  A villain is detected in a day.

  CHORUS

  To one who walketh warily his words

  Commend themselves; swift counsels are not sure.

  OEDIPUS

  When with swift strides the stealthy plotter stalks

  I must be quick too with my counterplot.

  To wait his onset passively, for him

  Is sure success, for me assured defeat.

  CREON

  What then's thy will? To banish me the land?

  OEDIPUS

  I would not have thee banished, no, but dead,

  That men may mark the wages envy reaps.

  CREON

  I see thou wilt not yield, nor credit me.

  OEDIPUS

  (None but a fool would credit such as thou.) [3]

  CREON

  Thou art not wise.

  OEDIPUS

  Wise for myself at least.

  CREON

  Why not for me too?

  OEDIPUS

  Why for such a knave?

  CREON

  Suppose thou lackest sense.

  OEDIPUS

  Yet kings must rule.

  CREON

  Not if they rule ill.

  OEDIPUS

  Oh my Thebans, hear him!

  CREON

  Thy Thebans? am not I a Theban too?

  CHORUS

  Cease, princes; lo there comes, and none too soon,

  Jocasta from the palace. Who so fit

  As peacemaker to reconcile your feud?

  (Enter JOCASTA.)

  JOCASTA

  Misguided princes, why have ye upraised

  This wordy wrangle? Are ye not ashamed,

  While the whole land lies striken, thus to voice

  Your private injuries? Go in, my lord;

  Go home, my brother, and forebear to make

  A public scandal of a petty grief.

  CREON

  My royal sister, Oedipus, thy lord,

  Hath bid me choose (O dread alternative!)

  An outlaw's exile or a felon's death.

  OEDIPUS

  Yes, lady; I have caught him practicing

  Against my royal person his vile arts.

  CREON

  May I ne'er speed but die accursed, if I

  In any way am guilty of this charge.

  JOCASTA

  Believe him, I adjure thee, Oedipus,

  First for his solemn oath's sake, then for mine,

  And for thine elders' sake who wait on thee.

  CHORUS

  (Str. 1)

  Hearken, King, reflect, we pray thee, but not stubborn but relent.

  OEDIPUS

  Say to what should I consent?

  CHORUS

  Respect a man whose probity and troth

  Are known to all and now confirmed by oath.

  OEDIPUS

  Dost know what grace thou cravest?

  CHORUS

  Yea, I know.

  OEDIPUS

  Declare it then and make thy meaning plain.

  CHORUS

  Brand not a friend whom babbling tongues assail;

  Let not suspicion 'gainst his oath prevail.

  OEDIPUS

  Bethink you that in seeking this ye seek

  In very sooth my death or banishment?

  CHORUS

  No, by the leader of the host divine!

  (Str. 2)

  Witness, thou Sun, such thought was never mine,

  Unblest, unfriended may I perish,

  If ever I such wish did cherish!

  But O my heart is desolate

  Musing on our striken State,

  Doubly fall'n should discord grow

  Twixt you twain, to crown our woe.

  OEDIPUS

  Well, let him go, no matter what it cost me,

  Or certain death or shameful banishment,

  For your sake I relent, not his; and him,

  Where'er he be, my heart shall still abhor.

  CREON

  Thou art as sullen in thy yielding mood

  As in thine anger thou wast truculent.

  Such tempers justly plague themselves the most.

  OEDIPUS

  Leave me in peace and get thee gone.

  CREON

  I go,

  By thee misjudged, but justified by these.

  (Exeunt CREON)

  CHORUS

  (Ant. 1)

  Lady, lead indoors thy consort; wherefore longer here delay?

  JOCASTA

  Tell me first how rose the fray.

  CHORUS

  Rumors bred unjust suspicious and injustice rankles sore.

  JOCASTA

  Were both at fault?

  CHORUS

  Both.

  JOCASTA

  What was the tale?

  CHORUS

  Ask me no more. The land is sore distressed;

  'Twere better sleeping ills to leave at rest.

  OEDIPUS

  Strange counsel, friend! I know thou mean'st me well,

  And yet would'st mitigate and blunt my zeal.

  CHORUS

  (Ant. 2)

  King, I say it once again,

  Witless were I prove
d, insane,

  If I lightly put away

  Thee my country's prop and stay,

  Pilot who, in danger sought,

  To a quiet haven brought

  Our distracted State; and now

  Who can guide us right but thou?

  JOCASTA

  Let me too, I adjure thee, know, O king,

  What cause has stirred this unrelenting wrath.

  OEDIPUS

  I will, for thou art more to me than these.

  Lady, the cause is Creon and his plots.

  JOCASTA

  But what provoked the quarrel? make this clear.

  OEDIPUS

  He points me out as Laius' murderer.

  JOCASTA

  Of his own knowledge or upon report?

  OEDIPUS

  He is too cunning to commit himself,

  And makes a mouthpiece of a knavish seer.

  JOCASTA

  Then thou mayest ease thy conscience on that score.

  Listen and I'll convince thee that no man

  Hath scot or lot in the prophetic art.

  Here is the proof in brief. An oracle

  Once came to Laius (I will not say

  'Twas from the Delphic god himself, but from

  His ministers) declaring he was doomed

  To perish by the hand of his own son,

  A child that should be born to him by me.

  Now Laius—so at least report affirmed—

  Was murdered on a day by highwaymen,

  No natives, at a spot where three roads meet.

  As for the child, it was but three days old,

  When Laius, its ankles pierced and pinned

  Together, gave it to be cast away

  By others on the trackless mountain side.

  So then Apollo brought it not to pass

  The child should be his father's murderer,

  Or the dread terror find accomplishment,

  And Laius be slain by his own son.

  Such was the prophet's horoscope. O king,

  Regard it not. Whate'er the god deems fit

  To search, himself unaided will reveal.

  OEDIPUS

  What memories, what wild tumult of the soul

  Came o'er me, lady, as I heard thee speak!

  JOCASTA

  What mean'st thou? What has shocked and startled thee?

  OEDIPUS

  Methought I heard thee say that Laius

  Was murdered at the meeting of three roads.

  JOCASTA

  So ran the story that is current still.

  OEDIPUS

  Where did this happen? Dost thou know the place?

  JOCASTA

  Phocis the land is called; the spot is where

  Branch roads from Delphi and from Daulis meet.

  OEDIPUS

  And how long is it since these things befell?

  JOCASTA

  'Twas but a brief while were thou wast proclaimed

  Our country's ruler that the news was brought.

  OEDIPUS

  O Zeus, what hast thou willed to do with me!

  JOCASTA

  What is it, Oedipus, that moves thee so?

  OEDIPUS

  Ask me not yet; tell me the build and height

  Of Laius? Was he still in manhood's prime?

  JOCASTA

  Tall was he, and his hair was lightly strewn

  With silver; and not unlike thee in form.

  OEDIPUS

  O woe is me! Mehtinks unwittingly

  I laid but now a dread curse on myself.

  JOCASTA

  What say'st thou? When I look upon thee, my king,

  I tremble.

  OEDIPUS

  'Tis a dread presentiment

  That in the end the seer will prove not blind.

  One further question to resolve my doubt.

  JOCASTA

  I quail; but ask, and I will answer all.

  OEDIPUS

  Had he but few attendants or a train

  Of armed retainers with him, like a prince?

  JOCASTA

  They were but five in all, and one of them

  A herald; Laius in a mule-car rode.

  OEDIPUS

  Alas! 'tis clear as noonday now. But say,

  Lady, who carried this report to Thebes?

  JOCASTA

  A serf, the sole survivor who returned.

  OEDIPUS

  Haply he is at hand or in the house?

  JOCASTA

  No, for as soon as he returned and found

  Thee reigning in the stead of Laius slain,

  He clasped my hand and supplicated me

  To send him to the alps and pastures, where

  He might be farthest from the sight of Thebes.

  And so I sent him. 'Twas an honest slave

  And well deserved some better recompense.

  OEDIPUS

  Fetch him at once. I fain would see the man.

  JOCASTA

  He shall be brought; but wherefore summon him?

  OEDIPUS

  Lady, I fear my tongue has overrun

  Discretion; therefore I would question him.

  JOCASTA

  Well, he shall come, but may not I too claim

  To share the burden of thy heart, my king?

  OEDIPUS

  And thou shalt not be frustrate of thy wish.

  Now my imaginings have gone so far.

  Who has a higher claim that thou to hear

  My tale of dire adventures? Listen then.

  My sire was Polybus of Corinth, and

  My mother Merope, a Dorian;

  And I was held the foremost citizen,

  Till a strange thing befell me, strange indeed,

  Yet scarce deserving all the heat it stirred.

  A roisterer at some banquet, flown with wine,

  Shouted "Thou art not true son of thy sire."

  It irked me, but I stomached for the nonce

  The insult; on the morrow I sought out

  My mother and my sire and questioned them.

  They were indignant at the random slur

  Cast on my parentage and did their best

  To comfort me, but still the venomed barb

  Rankled, for still the scandal spread and grew.

  So privily without their leave I went

  To Delphi, and Apollo sent me back

  Baulked of the knowledge that I came to seek.

  But other grievous things he prophesied,

  Woes, lamentations, mourning, portents dire;

  To wit I should defile my mother's bed

  And raise up seed too loathsome to behold,

  And slay the father from whose loins I sprang.

  Then, lady,—thou shalt hear the very truth—

  As I drew near the triple-branching roads,

  A herald met me and a man who sat

  In a car drawn by colts—as in thy tale—

  The man in front and the old man himself

  Threatened to thrust me rudely from the path,

  Then jostled by the charioteer in wrath

  I struck him, and the old man, seeing this,

  Watched till I passed and from his car brought down

  Full on my head the double-pointed goad.

  Yet was I quits with him and more; one stroke

  Of my good staff sufficed to fling him clean

  Out of the chariot seat and laid him prone.

  And so I slew them every one. But if

  Betwixt this stranger there was aught in common

  With Laius, who more miserable than I,

  What mortal could you find more god-abhorred?

  Wretch whom no sojourner, no citizen

  May harbor or address, whom all are bound

  To harry from their homes. And this same curse

  Was laid on me, and laid by none but me.

  Yea with these hands all gory I pollute

  The bed of him I slew. Say, am I vile?
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  Am I not utterly unclean, a wretch

  Doomed to be banished, and in banishment

  Forgo the sight of all my dearest ones,

  And never tread again my native earth;

  Or else to wed my mother and slay my sire,

  Polybus, who begat me and upreared?

  If one should say, this is the handiwork

  Of some inhuman power, who could blame

  His judgment? But, ye pure and awful gods,

  Forbid, forbid that I should see that day!

  May I be blotted out from living men

  Ere such a plague spot set on me its brand!

  CHORUS

  We too, O king, are troubled; but till thou

  Hast questioned the survivor, still hope on.

  OEDIPUS

  My hope is faint, but still enough survives

  To bid me bide the coming of this herd.

  JOCASTA

  Suppose him here, what wouldst thou learn of him?

  OEDIPUS

  I'll tell thee, lady; if his tale agrees

  With thine, I shall have 'scaped calamity.

  JOCASTA

  And what of special import did I say?

  OEDIPUS

  In thy report of what the herdsman said

  Laius was slain by robbers; now if he

  Still speaks of robbers, not a robber, I

  Slew him not; "one" with "many" cannot square.

  But if he says one lonely wayfarer,

  The last link wanting to my guilt is forged.

  JOCASTA

  Well, rest assured, his tale ran thus at first,

  Nor can he now retract what then he said;

  Not I alone but all our townsfolk heard it.

  E'en should he vary somewhat in his story,

  He cannot make the death of Laius

  In any wise jump with the oracle.

  For Loxias said expressly he was doomed

  To die by my child's hand, but he, poor babe,

  He shed no blood, but perished first himself.

  So much for divination. Henceforth I

  Will look for signs neither to right nor left.

  OEDIPUS

  Thou reasonest well. Still I would have thee send

  And fetch the bondsman hither. See to it.

  JOCASTA

  That will I straightway. Come, let us within.

  I would do nothing that my lord mislikes.

  (Exeunt OEDIPUS and JOCASTA)

  CHORUS

  (Str. 1)

  My lot be still to lead

  The life of innocence and fly

  Irreverence in word or deed,

  To follow still those laws ordained on high

  Whose birthplace is the bright ethereal sky

  No mortal birth they own,

  Olympus their progenitor alone:

  Ne'er shall they slumber in oblivion cold,

  The god in them is strong and grows not old.

  (Ant. 1)

  Of insolence is bred

  The tyrant; insolence full blown,

  With empty riches surfeited,

  Scales the precipitous height and grasps the throne.

  Then topples o'er and lies in ruin prone;

  No foothold on that dizzy steep.

  But O may Heaven the true patriot keep

 

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