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
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?
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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.
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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 godsent 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.
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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
