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    Oedipus Trilogy

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      Who burns with emulous zeal to serve the State.

      God is my help and hope, on him I wait.

      (Str. 2)

      But the proud sinner, or in word or deed,

      That will not Justice heed,

      Nor reverence the shrine

      Of images divine,

      Perdition seize his vain imaginings,

      If, urged by greed profane,

      He grasps at ill-got gain,

      And lays an impious hand on holiest things.

      Who when such deeds are done

      Can hope heaven's bolts to shun?

      If sin like this to honor can aspire,

      Why dance I still and lead the sacred choir?

      (Ant. 2)

      No more I'll seek earth's central oracle,

      Or Abae's hallowed cell,

      Nor to Olympia bring

      My votive offering.

      If before all God's truth be not bade plain.

      O Zeus, reveal thy might,

      King, if thou'rt named aright

      Omnipotent, all-seeing, as of old;

      For Laius is forgot;

      His weird, men heed it not;

      Apollo is forsook and faith grows cold.

      (Enter JOCASTA.)

      JOCASTA

      My lords, ye look amazed to see your queen

      With wreaths and gifts of incense in her hands.

      I had a mind to visit the high shrines,

      For Oedipus is overwrought, alarmed

      With terrors manifold. He will not use

      His past experience, like a man of sense,

      To judge the present need, but lends an ear

      To any croaker if he augurs ill.

      Since then my counsels naught avail, I turn

      To thee, our present help in time of trouble,

      Apollo, Lord Lycean, and to thee

      My prayers and supplications here I bring.

      Lighten us, lord, and cleanse us from this curse!

      For now we all are cowed like mariners

      Who see their helmsman dumbstruck in the storm.

      (Enter Corinthian MESSENGER.)

      MESSENGER

      My masters, tell me where the palace is

      Of Oedipus; or better, where's the king.

      CHORUS

      Here is the palace and he bides within;

      This is his queen the mother of his children.

      MESSENGER

      All happiness attend her and the house,

      Blessed is her husband and her marriage-bed.

      JOCASTA

      My greetings to thee, stranger; thy fair words

      Deserve a like response. But tell me why

      Thou comest—what thy need or what thy news.

      MESSENGER

      Good for thy consort and the royal house.

      JOCASTA

      What may it be? Whose messenger art thou?

      MESSENGER

      The Isthmian commons have resolved to make

      Thy husband king—so 'twas reported there.

      JOCASTA

      What! is not aged Polybus still king?

      MESSENGER

      No, verily; he's dead and in his grave.

      JOCASTA

      What! is he dead, the sire of Oedipus?

      MESSENGER

      If I speak falsely, may I die myself.

      JOCASTA

      Quick, maiden, bear these tidings to my lord.

      Ye god-sent oracles, where stand ye now!

      This is the man whom Oedipus long shunned,

      In dread to prove his murderer; and now

      He dies in nature's course, not by his hand.

      (Enter OEDIPUS.)

      OEDIPUS

      My wife, my queen, Jocasta, why hast thou

      Summoned me from my palace?

      JOCASTA

      Hear this man,

      And as thou hearest judge what has become

      Of all those awe-inspiring oracles.

      OEDIPUS

      Who is this man, and what his news for me?

      JOCASTA

      He comes from Corinth and his message this:

      Thy father Polybus hath passed away.

      OEDIPUS

      What? let me have it, stranger, from thy mouth.

      MESSENGER

      If I must first make plain beyond a doubt

      My message, know that Polybus is dead.

      OEDIPUS

      By treachery, or by sickness visited?

      MESSENGER

      One touch will send an old man to his rest.

      OEDIPUS

      So of some malady he died, poor man.

      MESSENGER

      Yes, having measured the full span of years.

      OEDIPUS

      Out on it, lady! why should one regard

      The Pythian hearth or birds that scream i' the air?

      Did they not point at me as doomed to slay

      My father? but he's dead and in his grave

      And here am I who ne'er unsheathed a sword;

      Unless the longing for his absent son

      Killed him and so I slew him in a sense.

      But, as they stand, the oracles are dead—

      Dust, ashes, nothing, dead as Polybus.

      JOCASTA

      Say, did not I foretell this long ago?

      OEDIPUS

      Thou didst: but I was misled by my fear.

      JOCASTA

      Then let I no more weigh upon thy soul.

      OEDIPUS

      Must I not fear my mother's marriage bed.

      JOCASTA

      Why should a mortal man, the sport of chance,

      With no assured foreknowledge, be afraid?

      Best live a careless life from hand to mouth.

      This wedlock with thy mother fear not thou.

      How oft it chances that in dreams a man

      Has wed his mother! He who least regards

      Such brainsick phantasies lives most at ease.

      OEDIPUS

      I should have shared in full thy confidence,

      Were not my mother living; since she lives

      Though half convinced I still must live in dread.

      JOCASTA

      And yet thy sire's death lights out darkness much.

      OEDIPUS

      Much, but my fear is touching her who lives.

      MESSENGER

      Who may this woman be whom thus you fear?

      OEDIPUS

      Merope, stranger, wife of Polybus.

      MESSENGER

      And what of her can cause you any fear?

      OEDIPUS

      A heaven-sent oracle of dread import.

      MESSENGER

      A mystery, or may a stranger hear it?

      OEDIPUS

      Aye, 'tis no secret. Loxias once foretold

      That I should mate with mine own mother, and shed

      With my own hands the blood of my own sire.

      Hence Corinth was for many a year to me

      A home distant; and I trove abroad,

      But missed the sweetest sight, my parents' face.

      MESSENGER

      Was this the fear that exiled thee from home?

      OEDIPUS

      Yea, and the dread of slaying my own sire.

      MESSENGER

      Why, since I came to give thee pleasure, King,

      Have I not rid thee of this second fear?

      OEDIPUS

      Well, thou shalt have due guerdon for thy pains.

      MESSENGER

      Well, I confess what chiefly made me come

      Was hope to profit by thy coming home.

      OEDIPUS

      Nay, I will ne'er go near my parents more.

      MESSENGER

      My son, 'tis plain, thou know'st not what thou doest.

      OEDIPUS

      How so, old man? For heaven's sake tell me all.

      MESSENGER

      If this is why thou dreadest to return.

      OEDIPUS

      Yea, lest the god's word be fulfilled in me.

      MESSENGER

      Lest through thy parents thou shouldst be accu
    rsed?

      OEDIPUS

      This and none other is my constant dread.

      MESSENGER

      Dost thou not know thy fears are baseless all?

      OEDIPUS

      How baseless, if I am their very son?

      MESSENGER

      Since Polybus was naught to thee in blood.

      OEDIPUS

      What say'st thou? was not Polybus my sire?

      MESSENGER

      As much thy sire as I am, and no more.

      OEDIPUS

      My sire no more to me than one who is naught?

      MESSENGER

      Since I begat thee not, no more did he.

      OEDIPUS

      What reason had he then to call me son?

      MESSENGER

      Know that he took thee from my hands, a gift.

      OEDIPUS

      Yet, if no child of his, he loved me well.

      MESSENGER

      A childless man till then, he warmed to thee.

      OEDIPUS

      A foundling or a purchased slave, this child?

      MESSENGER

      I found thee in Cithaeron's wooded glens.

      OEDIPUS

      What led thee to explore those upland glades?

      MESSENGER

      My business was to tend the mountain flocks.

      OEDIPUS

      A vagrant shepherd journeying for hire?

      MESSENGER

      True, but thy savior in that hour, my son.

      OEDIPUS

      My savior? from what harm? what ailed me then?

      MESSENGER

      Those ankle joints are evidence enow.

      OEDIPUS

      Ah, why remind me of that ancient sore?

      MESSENGER

      I loosed the pin that riveted thy feet.

      OEDIPUS

      Yes, from my cradle that dread brand I bore.

      MESSENGER

      Whence thou deriv'st the name that still is thine.

      OEDIPUS

      Who did it? I adjure thee, tell me who

      Say, was it father, mother?

      MESSENGER

      I know not.

      The man from whom I had thee may know more.

      OEDIPUS

      What, did another find me, not thyself?

      MESSENGER

      Not I; another shepherd gave thee me.

      OEDIPUS

      Who was he? Would'st thou know again the man?

      MESSENGER

      He passed indeed for one of Laius' house.

      OEDIPUS

      The king who ruled the country long ago?

      MESSENGER

      The same: he was a herdsman of the king.

      OEDIPUS

      And is he living still for me to see him?

      MESSENGER

      His fellow-countrymen should best know that.

      OEDIPUS

      Doth any bystander among you know

      The herd he speaks of, or by seeing him

      Afield or in the city? answer straight!

      The hour hath come to clear this business up.

      CHORUS

      Methinks he means none other than the hind

      Whom thou anon wert fain to see; but that

      Our queen Jocasta best of all could tell.

      OEDIPUS

      Madam, dost know the man we sent to fetch?

      Is the same of whom the stranger speaks?

      JOCASTA

      Who is the man? What matter? Let it be.

      'Twere waste of thought to weigh such idle words.

      OEDIPUS

      No, with such guiding clues I cannot fail

      To bring to light the secret of my birth.

      JOCASTA

      Oh, as thou carest for thy life, give o'er

      This quest. Enough the anguish I endure.

      OEDIPUS

      Be of good cheer; though I be proved the son

      Of a bondwoman, aye, through three descents

      Triply a slave, thy honor is unsmirched.

      JOCASTA

      Yet humor me, I pray thee; do not this.

      OEDIPUS

      I cannot; I must probe this matter home.

      JOCASTA

      'Tis for thy sake I advise thee for the best.

      OEDIPUS

      I grow impatient of this best advice.

      JOCASTA

      Ah mayst thou ne'er discover who thou art!

      OEDIPUS

      Go, fetch me here the herd, and leave yon woman

      To glory in her pride of ancestry.

      JOCASTA

      O woe is thee, poor wretch! With that last word

      I leave thee, henceforth silent evermore.

      (Exit JOCASTA)

      CHORUS

      Why, Oedipus, why stung with passionate grief

      Hath the queen thus departed? Much I fear

      From this dead calm will burst a storm of woes.

      OEDIPUS

      Let the storm burst, my fixed resolve still holds,

      To learn my lineage, be it ne'er so low.

      It may be she with all a woman's pride

      Thinks scorn of my base parentage. But I

      Who rank myself as Fortune's favorite child,

      The giver of good gifts, shall not be shamed.

      She is my mother and the changing moons

      My brethren, and with them I wax and wane.

      Thus sprung why should I fear to trace my birth?

      Nothing can make me other than I am.

      CHORUS

      (Str.)

      If my soul prophetic err not, if my wisdom aught avail,

      Thee, Cithaeron, I shall hail,

      As the nurse and foster-mother of our Oedipus shall greet

      Ere tomorrow's full moon rises, and exalt thee as is meet.

      Dance and song shall hymn thy praises, lover of our royal race.

      Phoebus, may my words find grace!

      (Ant.)

      Child, who bare thee, nymph or goddess? sure thy sure was more than

      man,

      Haply the hill-roamer Pan.

      Of did Loxias beget thee, for he haunts the upland wold;

      Or Cyllene's lord, or Bacchus, dweller on the hilltops cold?

      Did some Heliconian Oread give him thee, a new-born joy?

      Nymphs with whom he love to toy?

      OEDIPUS

      Elders, if I, who never yet before

      Have met the man, may make a guess, methinks

      I see the herdsman who we long have sought;

      His time-worn aspect matches with the years

      Of yonder aged messenger; besides

      I seem to recognize the men who bring him

      As servants of my own. But you, perchance,

      Having in past days known or seen the herd,

      May better by sure knowledge my surmise.

      CHORUS

      I recognize him; one of Laius' house;

      A simple hind, but true as any man.

      (Enter HERDSMAN.)

      OEDIPUS

      Corinthian, stranger, I address thee first,

      Is this the man thou meanest!

      MESSENGER

      This is he.

      OEDIPUS

      And now old man, look up and answer all

      I ask thee. Wast thou once of Laius' house?

      HERDSMAN

      I was, a thrall, not purchased but home-bred.

      OEDIPUS

      What was thy business? how wast thou employed?

      HERDSMAN

      The best part of my life I tended sheep.

      OEDIPUS

      What were the pastures thou didst most frequent?

      HERDSMAN

      Cithaeron and the neighboring alps.

      OEDIPUS

      Then there

      Thou must have known yon man, at least by fame?

      HERDSMAN

      Yon man? in what way? what man dost thou mean?

      OEDIPUS

      The man here, having met him in past times...

      HERDSMAN

      Off-hand I cannot call him well to mind.

      MESSENGER

      No won
    der, master. But I will revive

      His blunted memories. Sure he can recall

      What time together both we drove our flocks,

      He two, I one, on the Cithaeron range,

      For three long summers; I his mate from spring

      Till rose Arcturus; then in winter time

      I led mine home, he his to Laius' folds.

      Did these things happen as I say, or no?

      HERDSMAN

      'Tis long ago, but all thou say'st is true.

      MESSENGER

      Well, thou mast then remember giving me

      A child to rear as my own foster-son?

      HERDSMAN

      Why dost thou ask this question? What of that?

      MESSENGER

      Friend, he that stands before thee was that child.

      HERDSMAN

      A plague upon thee! Hold thy wanton tongue!

      OEDIPUS

      Softly, old man, rebuke him not; thy words

      Are more deserving chastisement than his.

      HERDSMAN

      O best of masters, what is my offense?

      OEDIPUS

      Not answering what he asks about the child.

      HERDSMAN

      He speaks at random, babbles like a fool.

      OEDIPUS

      If thou lack'st grace to speak, I'll loose thy tongue.

      HERDSMAN

      For mercy's sake abuse not an old man.

      OEDIPUS

      Arrest the villain, seize and pinion him!

      HERDSMAN

      Alack, alack!

      What have I done? what wouldst thou further learn?

      OEDIPUS

      Didst give this man the child of whom he asks?

      HERDSMAN

      I did; and would that I had died that day!

      OEDIPUS

      And die thou shalt unless thou tell the truth.

      HERDSMAN

      But, if I tell it, I am doubly lost.

      OEDIPUS

      The knave methinks will still prevaricate.

      HERDSMAN

      Nay, I confessed I gave it long ago.

      OEDIPUS

      Whence came it? was it thine, or given to thee?

      HERDSMAN

      I had it from another, 'twas not mine.

      OEDIPUS

      From whom of these our townsmen, and what house?

      HERDSMAN

      Forbear for God's sake, master, ask no more.

      OEDIPUS

      If I must question thee again, thou'rt lost.

      HERDSMAN

      Well then—it was a child of Laius' house.

      OEDIPUS

      Slave-born or one of Laius' own race?

      HERDSMAN

      Ah me!

      I stand upon the perilous edge of speech.

      OEDIPUS

      And I of hearing, but I still must hear.

      HERDSMAN

      Know then the child was by repute his own,

      But she within, thy consort best could tell.

      OEDIPUS

      What! she, she gave it thee?

      HERDSMAN

      'Tis so, my king.

      OEDIPUS

      With what intent?

      HERDSMAN

      To make away with it.

      OEDIPUS

      What, she its mother.

      HERDSMAN

      Fearing a dread weird.

      OEDIPUS

     


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