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OEDIPUS, KING W- THEBES
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OEDIPUS
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PREFACE
If I have turned aside from Euripides fora
moment
and attempted a translation ofthe great stage master- pieceof Sophocles,my
excusemust
be the fascination ofthis play,which
hasthrown
its spell onme
ason many
other translators.Yet
Imay
plead also that as a rule every diligent student of these greatworks
can add something to the discoveries of his prede- cessors, and I think I have been able to bring out afew new
points in the old and much-studiedOejiipuSy chiefly points connected with the dr
am
atic technic[u e and the relijgiousatmosphere.
Mythologists tell us that
Oedipus was
originally adaemon
hauntingMount
Kithairon, and Jocasta a form of thatEarth-Mother who,
as Aeschylus putsit,
"
bringeth all things to being, and
when
she hath rearedthem
receiveth again theirseed intoher body"
{Choephoriy 127 : cf. Crusius, Beitrage z. Gr.
Myth^
21).
That
stage of thestory lies very far behind the consciousnessofSophocles.
But
there doescling about both his hero and his heroine a great deal of ver
y
primitive atmos2here.There
are traces inOedipus
of the pre-hellenicMedicine
King, the Basileuswho
is also a TheoSy and canmake
rain or blue sky, pestilence or fertility.This
explainsmany
things in the Priest's first speech, in the attitude of the Chorus, and in Oedipus'
own
language afterPREFACE
the discovery. It partly explains the
hostility of Apollo,
who
is not amere
motivelessDestroyer buta tnjgOlympian
rrii«;hing his Earth-hnrn rival.And
in the
same
.way the peculiarroyalty of -Jocasta,
which makes Oedipus
at timesseem
not theKing
1but the Consort of the
Queen,
brings her near to that class of consecrated queens described in Dr.Frazer's Lectures on the Kingships
who
are"
honouredas
no woman now
liyjng^n^thejearth."The
story itself, and thewhole
spirit inwhich
Sophocles hastreated it, belong not to the fifth cen- tury but to that te rrible and romantic past fromwhich
the fifth century poets usuallydrew
their material.The
atmosphere of brooding^dr^d,
theI pollution, the curses; the
"
insane and beastlikeI cruelty," as an ancient
Greek commentator
calls it,ofpiercing the exposed child'sfeet in order to ensure
its death and yet avoid having actually murdered it {Schol. Eur. Phoen.j 26); the
whole
treatment of the /parricide and incest, notas moraloffences capable ofjbeing rationallyjudged or even excused as uninten-
tional, but as monstrous and
inhuman
pollutions, theMast
limit of imaginable horror : all these things take us back to dark regions of pre-classical and even pre- homeric belief.We
haveno
right to suppose that Sophocles thought of the involuntary parricide andmetrogamy
as the people in his playdo. Indeed, con- sidering the general tone of his contemporaries and friends,we may
safely assume that he did not.But
at any rate he has allowed
no
breath of later en- lightenment to disturb the primaevalgloom
of his atmosphere.Does
this inany way make
the tragedy insincere? viPREFACE
I think not.
We know
that people did feel and think about"
pollution
"
in the
way which
Sophocles represents;and
iftheyso felt, then the tragedywas
there.
I think these considerations explain the remarkable absence fro
m
this play
ofany
criticism of life oriuiy definite
mo
ral judgment. Iknow
thatsome
commentators have found in it a ''humbleand
un- questioning piety," but Icannot help suspecting thatwhat
theysaw was
onlya reflection from theirown
pious
and
unquestioning minds.Man
is indeedshown
as a"glaything of
Gods
,"but ofGods
strangely and incomprehensibly malignant,whose ways
thereis
no
attempt to explain or justify.The
originalstory, indeed,
may
have had one of its roots in aTheban "
moral tale." Aelian {Var'ta Hhtoricy2, 7)tellsus that the exposure ofa child
was
forbidden byTheban Law. The
stateof feelingwhich
producedthis law, against the
immensely
strong conception of the patriapoteitas,may
also have produced afolk- lore story tellinghow
aboy once was
exposed, in a peculiarly cruelway,
by his wicked parents, andhow Heaven
preservedhim
to takeupon
both ofthem
a vengeancewhich showed
that the unnatural father hadno
longer a father's sanctitynor the un- naturalmother
a mother's. But,as far asSophoclesis concerned,ifanythingin the nature ofa criticism of life has been admitted into the
play at all, it
seemsto beonly a flash or
two
of that profound and pessimistic arraignment of the ruling powerswhich
in other
plays also opens at times like a sudden abyss across the
smooth
sur^ce ofhisart.Tii
PREFACE
There
is notmuch
philosophy in the Oedipus.There
is not, in comparison with otherGreek
plays,much
purepoetry.
What
there is, isdrama
;drama
ofamazing
grandeurand
power. In respectof plotno Greek
playcomes
near it. It containsno doubt afew
points of unsophisticated technique such as can be found in all ancient and nearly allmodern drama
; for instance, the supposition that Oedipus has never inquired into the death of his predecessoron
the throne.But
such flaws are external, not essential.On
the whole, I can only say that thework
of translation hasmade me
feel evenmore
strongly than before the extraordinary grip and realityof the dialogue, the_deftness of the construc- tion^and,exceptperhapsfora slightdropin the
Creon
scene, theunbroken
crescendo oftragedy from the opening to the close.
Where
plot-interest is as strong as it is in the OedipuSy character-interest is apt to becomparatively weak.
Yet
in thisplayeverycharacter is interesting, vital, and distinct.Oedipus
himself is selected by Aristotle as the most effective kind of tragic hero, because, first, he has been great and glorious, and secondly he has not been "pre-eminently virtuous or just."
This
is true in its way.Oedipus
is too passionate to be just; but he is at least noble in his impetuosity, his devotion, and his absolute truthful- ness. It is important to realise that at the beginning of the play he is prepared for an oraclecommanding him
to die for his people (pp. 6, 7).And
he never thinks of refusing that "task"any more
than he triesto elude the
doom
that actually comes, or to concealviii
PREFACE
anyfact that tellsagainst him. If
Oedipus
hadbeen
an ordinaryman
the playwould
have been a verydiflferent anda
much
jX)orer thing.Jocasta_is a wonderful study. Euripides
might
have brought her character outmore
explicitly andmore
at length, but even hecould not havemade
hermore
livingormore
tragic,or representedmore
subtlyin her relation to
Oedipus
both them
other's protect- ing love and the motjier's authority.As
for her"impiety," of
which
the old commentaries used to speak withmuch
disapproval, the essential fact in herlifeis that bothher innocence and her happiness have, asshe believes, been poisoned
by
the craft ofpriests.She and Lalus both "
believed a bad oracle"
: her
terrorand her love for her husband
made
herconsent to an infamousactofcruelty to herown
child, an act ofwhich
the thought sickens her still, and aboutwhich
she cannot,when
she tries, speak thewhole
truth. (See note on p. 42.)
And
afterall her crimewas
for nothing1The
oracle proved to be a lie.Never
againwill she believea priest.As
toTiresias,I wish toask forgivenessforan un- intelligent criticismmade
twelve years ago inmy
Ancient Greek Literature^ p. 240. I assimied then,
what
I fancywas
acommon
assumption, thatTiresiaswas
a"
sympathetic
"
prophet,
compact
ofwisdom
and sanctity and all the qualitieswhich
beseem that calling; and I complainedthat hedid notconsistently act as such. Iwas
quitewrong.
Tiresiasisnot any-thing so insipid.
He
is a studyofa realtype,and a type
which
all the tragediansknew. The
character of the professional seeror "man
ofGod
" hasin the imagination of most ages fluctuatedbetween two
ix
PREFACE
poles.
At
one extreme are sanctity andsuperhuman wisdom
; at the other fraud and mental disease,self-worship aping humility and personal malignity in the guise ofobedience to
God. There
is a touch ofallthese qualities, good and bad alike, in Tiresias.
He
seems to
me
a most life-like as well as a most dra- matic figure.As
to the Chorus, it generally plays a smaller part in Sophocles than in Euripides and Aeschylus, and the Oedipus formsno
exception to thatrule. It seems tome
that Sophocleswas
feeling hisway
towards a techniquewhich would
have approached that of theNew Comedy
or even the Elizabethan stage, andwould
perhaps havedone withoutaChorus
altogether.In Aeschylus
Greek
tragedy had been a thing of traditional formsand
clear-cut divisions; the religious ritualshowed
through, and the visible gods and the disguised dancerswere
allowed their fullvalue.And
Euripides in the matter of outward formalism
went
back to the Aeschylean type and even beyond it: prologue, chorus, messenger, visible god,all the tradi- tional formswere
left clear-cut and undisguised andall developed to full effectiveness
on
separate and specific lines, cBut
Sophoclesworked
by blurring his structural outlinesjust as he blurs the ends of his verses. In
him
the tfaditional divisions are allmade
.^
less distinct, allworked
over in the direction of^^ >
greater_naturalness, atany
rate in externals.This was
a very great gain, but ofcoursesome
price had to be paid for it. Part of the pricewas
that Sophocles could never attempt the tremendous choric effectswhich
Euripides achieves in such plays asthe Bacchat and the TrojanWomen.
His lyrics, great as theyX
PREFACE
sometimes are,
move
theirwings
less boldly.They seem somehow
tied to their particular place in the tragedy,and
they have not quite the strength tolift thewhole drama
bodily aloft with them.... At
least that is
my feeling^But
I realise that thismay
be onlythe complaiiftofanunskilful translator,blam- ing his material for his
own
defectsofvision.Ingeneral, both inJ yricsand in dialogue^Ibelieve I have allowed myself rather less freedom than in translating Euripides.
This
ispartly because the writing of Eurrgides, being less business-like
and more
penetratedby
philosophic reflectionsand by
subtletiesof technique, actually needs
more
thoroughre-casting to express it at alladequately; partly be- cause there is in Sophocles,
amid
all his passionand
allhis naturalness,acertainsevere
and
classicreticence, which, though impossible really to reproduceby any
method, is less misrepresentedby
occasional insuf-ficiency than by habitual redundance.
I have asked pardon for
an
ill deeddone
twelve years ago. I should like to endby
speaking of a benefit older still,and express something ofthegrati- tude I feel tomy
old master, Francis Storr,whose
teachingis stillvivid inmy mind and who
first openedmy
eyestothe grandeur ofthe Oedipus.G. M.
CHARACTERS IN THE PLAY
Okdipus,supposed son of Polybus^ KingofCorinth; noteelected
KingofTTubes.
JOCASTA, Queen ofThebes;widow of Lotus, the late King, and nowwifetoOedipus.
Crbon,a Prince ofThebes, brother tojocasta, TiKBSiAS,anoldblindseer,
PilESTOFZsus.
A
STRANGER/r(7»»Corinti^A
ShbphbrdofKingLa'ius.A
Messenger^<M»thePalace.Chorusof the Elders ofThebes.
A
Crowdof Suppliants,men, women, andchildren.The following do not appear in the play but are frequently mentioned:
—
Laios (pronounced as three syllables, Ld-i-us), the last Kingof ThebesbeforeOedipus.
^
Cadmus,thefounder ofThebes; sonofAghior,KingofSidon.POLYBUSANDMEROPfi, KingandQueenof Corinth, supposedtobe thefatherandmotherof Oedipus.
Apollo, the Godspeciallypresiding over theoracleofDelphiand
theisland Delos: heisalsocalledPhoebus,thepure;LoxiAS, supposedtomean '^HeoftheCrookedWords";andLykeios,
supposedtomean "Wolf-God." He isalsothe greatAverter ofEvil, and has names from the cries "/-^" (pronounced
"
Ee-ay")and "Paian,"criesforhealing orforthe frightening awayofevil influences.
KiTHAiRON,a massofwild mountainsouth-mestofThebes.
i;--
y "
.0' f~ A-' *
.-M
t^' C/ ARGUMENT
While Thebes was undertheraleofLaiusand JOCASTA there appeared a strange and monstrous creature, "the riddhng Sphinx," "theShe-
Wolf
of thewoven song,"who
in some unexplained way sang riddles of death and slew thepeople ofThebes. LAJfuswentto askaidof the oracle of Delphi, but was slain mysteriously on the road. Soon afterwards there
came
toThebesayoungPrince of Corinth, Oedipus,who
hadleft hishome
and waswandering.He
faced the Sphinxandread her riddle,whereupon sheflung herselffrom her rock and died.
The
thronebeing vacant was offered toOedipus, andwithitthehandoftheQueen, JoeASTA.Some
ten or twelve years afterwards a pestilence has fallen on Thebes. Atthispoint theplay begins.Thedateofthefirstproduction oftheplayisnotknown, butwas probably abouttheyear 425B.C.
TT.1-14
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES
Scene.
—
Before the Palace of
Oedipus
at Thebes.A
crowd ofsuppliants ofall ages are waiting by the altarinfront
and
on thestepsofthePalace;among
them thePriestof
Zeus.As
thePalace dooropensand Oedipus
comes out all the suppliants with a cry move towards him in attitudes of prayer^ holding out their olive brancheSyand
then become stillagain ashespeaks.L^^A^
Oedipus.
fh^/^^-
My
children, fruit ofCadmus'
ancient treeNew
springing, whereforethus with bendedknee
Pressyeupon
us, ladenall with wreathsAnd
suppliant branches?And
thecity breathesHeavy
with incense, heavy withdim
prayerAnd
shriekstoaffrighttheSlayer.
—
Children, careFor
thissomoves me,
I havescorned withalMessage
or writing: seeing 'tisI ye call,'TisI
am
come, world-honoured Oedipus.Old Man,
dothou declare—
therest havethus 'Their champion —
inwhat mood
stand yesostill,In dread or sure hope?
Know
yenot,my
willIsyours for aid 'gainst all? Stern
were
indeedThe
heart that felt not for so direa necd.^3
SOPHOCLES
». 15-39Priest.
O
Oedipus,who
boldest in thyhand
My
city, thoucanstseewhat
ages standAt
these thinealtars;some whose
littlewing
Scarcefliethyet, andsome
with longliving O'erburdened; priests, as I ofZeus am
priest,And
chosen youths: and wailing hathnot ceasedOf
thousands in the market-place,and by
Athena'stwo-fold temples and the dryAsh
of Ism^nus' portent-breathingshore.For
all our ship, thousee'st, isweak
andsoreShaken
with storms, and nomore
lightenethHer
head above thewaves whose
trough is death.She wasteth in the fruitlessbuds ofearth.
In
parchW
herdsand travail without birthOf
dyingwomen
: yea, and midst ofitA
burning and aloathlygod hath litSudden, and sweeps ourland, this Plague of
power
;Till
Cadmus'
house grows empty, hour by hour.And
Hell's house rich with steam oftearsand
blood.O
King, notGod
indeed norpeertoGod
We deem
thee, thatwe
kneel before thine hearth.Children andold
men,
praying; but of earthA
thingconsummate by
thystar confessedThou
walkestand by converse with the blest;Who came
toThebes
so swift,and
sweptaway The
Sphinx's song, the tribute ofdismay.That
allwere bowed
beneath,andmade
usfree.A
stranger, thou, naughtknowing more
than we.Nor
taught ofany man,
but by God'sbreathFilled, thoudidst raiseourlife. So the world saith;
So we
say.4
"v^
^TT.^cMJg
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES
Therefore
now, O Lord
and Chief,We come
tothee again;we
layour griefOn thy
head, ifthoufind us notsome
aid.Perchance thou hastheard
Gods
talkingin the shadeOf
night,or ekesome man
: tohim
thatknows.Men
say, eachchance that falls,eachwind
thatblowsHath
life,when
he seeks counsel.Up, O
chiefOf men,
andlift thycity from itsgrief;Face
thineown
peril ! All our land doth holdThee
still oursaviour, for that help ofold: Shall they that tellofthee hereafter tell"
By him was Thebes
raisedup, and after fell1"
Nay,
liftus tillwe
slipno
more.Oh,
letThat
birdofold thatmade
us fortunateWing
back ; be thou ourOedipus
again.And
let thykingdom
bea land ofmen.
Not
emptiness. Walls, towers, andships, theyallArc
nothing withno men
tokeep thewall.Oedipus.
My
poor, poor childrenI Surely longagoIhave readyour trouble. Stricken, well I
know.
Ye
allare, stricken sore : yet verilyNot
oneso stricken tothe heartas I.Your
grief, itcometh
toeachman
apartFor
hisown
loss,none
other's; but this heartFor
theeandme
and all ofus doth weep.Wherefore
it isnotto one sunk in sleepYe come
with waking.Many
tears these days For your sakeI have wept, andmany ways Have wandered on
the beatingwings ofthought.And,
finding butone hope, thatI have soughtP\ SOPHOCLES
yv.70-86And
followed. I havesentMenoikeus' son, Creon,my own
wife's brother, forth aloneTo
Apollo'sHouse
in Delphi, there toaskWhat
word,what
deed ofmine,what
bitter task,May
savemy
city.And
the lapse ofdays Reckoned,I can but marvelwhat
delays Hisjourney. 'Tis beyondall thought that thusHe comes
not,beyond
need.But when
he does.Then
callme
falseand
traitor, ifI fleeBack from
whatever taskGod
shewethme.
Priest.
I I
At
point oftime thouspeakest.Mark
the cheer (^'^^ i Yonder, Isthat notCreon drawing
near?[Theyallcrowdtogaze where
Creon
isapproachingin thedistance.
Oedipus.
O Lord
Apollo, help!And
be thestarThat
guideshim
joyousas his seemings are!Priest.
Oh
! surelyjoyous!How
elseshould he bearThat
fruited laurel wreathed about his hair?Oedipus.
We
soon shallknow. —
*Tisnot too farfor one Clear-voiced.{Shouting)
Ho,
brotherI Prince! Menoikeus*son,What
messagefrom
theGod
?VT.87-99
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES
Creon
{Jrom a distance).Message
of joyI EnterCreon
Itell thee,
what
isnow
our worst annoy, Ifthe rightdeed be done,shall turn togood.[The crowdy which has been
full of excited hope,falls todoubt
and
disappointment,Oedepus.
Nay, but
what
is themessage?For my
bloodRuns
neither hot nor coldforwordslikethose.Creon.
ShallI speak
now,
with all these pressingclose,Or
passwithin?— To me
bothways
are fair.Oedipus.
Speakforth toall !
The
grief that thesemen
bear Ismore
thanany
fear formine own
death.Creon.
I speakthen
what
I heard fromGod. — Thus
saithIhoebus, our
Lord
and Seer, in clearcommand.
An
unclean thing there is, hid in ourland, bating the soil thereof: thisye shall cast Out, and not foster tillall help be past.Oedipus.
How
cast it out?What was
the evildeed?7
^'
-p,SOPHOCLES
TV.100-113'-^ ri-""
/y^
Creon.
Hunt
themen
out from Thebes,ormake them
bleedWho
slew. For blood it is thatstirs to-day.Oedipus.
Who was
theman
they killed ?Doth Phoebus
say?Creon.
D
King, therewas
ofoldKing
Laius In Thebes, ere thou didstcome
to pilot us.Oedipus.
I
know
: not thatI eversaw
his face.Creon.
'Twas
he.And
Loxiasnow
bids us traceAnd
smite theunknown
workers ofhis fall.Oedipus.
Where
in God's earthare they?Or how
withalFind
the blurred trail ofsuch anancient stain?Creon.
In Thebes, he said.
— That which men
seekamain They
find, 'Tis things forgotten that go by.Oedipus.
And where
didLaiusmeet them
?Did
hedie In Thebes,or inthe hills,orsome
farland ?8
Tv.ii4-ia7
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES
Creon.
To
askGod's will in Delphi he had planned His journey. Started and retuiiicdno
more.',Oedipus.
And came
there nothing back?No
message, nor/ None
ofhiscompany,
that yemight
hear?Creon.
They
allwere
slain, saveoneman
; blind with fearHe
came,remembering
naught—
oralmost naught.Oedipus.
And what was
that?One
thing has often brought Others, couldwe
but catchone littleclue.Creon.
'Twas
not oneman,
*twas robbers—
that heknew —
Who
barred the roadand
slewhim
: a great band.J Oedipus.
p Robbers? . . .
What
robber, save thework
wasJ planned
;
By
treason here,would
dare a riskso plainfCreon.
So
some men
thought.But
Lai'uslayslain.And none
toavengehim
in hisevil day.9
SOPHOCLES
VT.i2g-i48Oedipus.
And what
strange mischief,when
your master layThus
fallen, heldyou
back from searchand
deed?Creon.
The
dark-songed Sphinx was here.We
hadno
heedOf
distantsorrows, havingdeath so near.Oedipus.
It falls
on me
then. I will searchand clearThis
darkness.— Well
hathPhoebus
done,and thouToo,
torecall that dead king, even now,^And
withyou
for the right I also stand.To
obeytheGod
and succour this dearland.Nor
is itas for one that touchesme
Far off; *tis for
mine own
sakeImust
seeThis
sin cast out.Whoe'er
itwas
that slew Laius, thesame
wildhand may
seekme
too:And
caring thus for Laius, is but careFor mine own
blood.— Up
!Leave
this altar-stair.Children.
Take from
it every suppliant bough.Then
callthe folkofThebes.
Say, 'tismy vow To
upholdthem
to theend.ySo God
shallcrown Our
greatness, or for ever castusdown.
[He
goes in to the Palace.Priest.
My
children, rise.— The King most
lovinglyHath
promised allwe came
for.And may He
10
TT.i4^i6i
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES Who
sent thisanswer, Phoebus,come
confessed HelpertoThebes,and
strong to staythe pest.[The suppliants gather up their boughs and stand at the side»
The
chorus ofThehaneldersenter,
Chorus.
[TA<fy speakofthe Oracle which theyhave not yet heard,
and
cry toApollo
by his specialcry''
I-Sr
A
Voice, a Voice, that is borneon
theHoly Way
!What
art thou,O Heavenly One, O Word
of theHouses
ofGold
?Thebes
is bright with thee,and my
heart it leapeth;yetis it cold, •
And my
spirit faintsas I pray.l-t! l-t!
What
task,O
Affrightcr of Evil,what
task shall thy people essay?One new
as ournew-come
affliction,Or
an old toil returnedwith the years? Unveil thee, thoudread benediction,Hope's daughter
and
Fear*s.[They pray to
Athena, Artemis, and
Apollo.Zeus-Child thatknowest not death, totheeI pray,
O
Pallas; next to thySister,who
callethThebes
herown,
Artemis,
named
of Fair Voices,who
sitteth herorbW
throneIn thethrong of the market
way
:II
SOPHOCLES
TV,162-189And
1-t! I-t1Apollo, the Pure, the Far-smiter;
O Three
thatkeepevil away.
Ifof old forour city's desire,
When
the death-cloudhung
close to her brow,Ye
have banished thewound and
thefire,Oh
1come
tousnow
I[They tellofthe Pestilence,
Wounds beyond
telling;my
people sickunto death;And where
is the counsellor,where
is the sword ofthought?
And Holy
Earth in her increase perisheth:The
child dies and themother awaketh
not.1-tI 1-6!
We
have seenthem, oneon
another,gone
as a bird is gone.Soulsthat areflame;
yea, higher, Swifter they pass than fire.
To
the rocks of thedying Sun.[They endbya prayer to
Athena, Their
city wastethunnumbered
; theirchildren lieWhere
death hath cast them, unpitied,unwept
upon.The
altarsstand, as in seas ofstorm a highRock
standeth,and wivesand
mothers greythereonWeep, weep
and pray.Lo, joy-cries to fright the Destroyer; a flash in the dark they rise.
Then
dieby
the sobs overladen.Send
help,O
heaven-bornMaiden,
Letus lookon
thelight ofher eyesI12
TT. i9o-ai7
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES
[To Zeus, thathedriveout the Slayer^
And
Arcs, theabhorred Slayer,who
bearsno
sword,But
shrieking,wrapped
infire, stands overme.
Make
that heturn, yea, fly Broken, wind-wasted, highDown
the vexed hollow of the VasterSea;Or
back to hisown
Thrace,To
harbourshelterless.Where Night
hath spared, hebringeth endby
day.Him, Him, O
thouwhose hand
Beareth the lightning brand,O
Father Zeus,now
with thy thunder,slayandslay![To
Apollo, Artemis,
and Dionysus.Where
isthy gold-strungbow,
O
Wolf-god,where
the flowOf
living shafts unconquered, fromallillsOur
helpers?Where
thewhite Spearsof thy Sister's light.Far-flashingas she walksthe wolf-wild hills?
<And
thou,O Golden-crown, Theban
andnamed
ourown,
O Wine-gleam,
Voiceof Joy, forevermore Ringed
with thyMaenads
white,Bacchus,
draw
nearand
smite.Smitewith thy glad-eyed flame the
God whom Gods
abhor. [During the last linesOedipus
hascome out
from
the Palace.Oedipus.
Thou
prayest : butmy
wordsiftho'i wilt hearAnd bow
theeto theirjudgement,strength is near13
SOPHOCLES
TT.218-245For
help, and a great lighteningofill.Thereof
Icome
to speak,a stranger stillTo
all this tale,a stranger tothedeed:(Else,savethat I
were
clueless, little nee<fHad
I to castmy
net sowide
andfar :)Howbeit,
I, beingnow
as allyeare,A Theban,
toallThebans
highand low
Do make
proclaim : ifany
here dothknow By what
man'shand
died Laius,your King, Labdacus' son, I chargehim
that he bringTo me
hisknowledge. Lethim
feelno
fear Ifon
atownsman's body
hemust
clearOur
guilt: theman
shall sufferno
great ill.But
pass from Thebes, andlivewhere
elsehewill.[No
answer.Is it
some
alien from an alien shoreYe know
to have done the deed, screenhim
nomore
IGood
guerdon waitsyou now
anda King'slove Hereafter.Hah
! Ifstill ye will notmove
But, fearingfor yourselves or
some
near friend.Reject
my
charge, then hearken towhat
endYe
drive me.—
Ifin this placemen
there beWho know
and speak not, lo, Imake
decree That, while inThebes
I bear thediadem.No man
shall greet,no man
shallshelter them,Nor
givethem
water in their thirst, nor share In sacrificenor shriftnor dying prayer.But
thrustthem
from our doors,the thing they hideBeing
thisland's curse.Thus
hath theGod
repliedThis
day tome
from Delphi,andmy
swordI
draw
thusfor thedeadand
for God's word.14
TT.246-273
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES
And
lastly forthe murderer, beitone
Hidingalone ormore
inunison,Ispeak
on him
thiscurse: evenas his soui Is foul withinhim
let hisdays be foul,And
life unfriended grindhim
tillhedie.More
: ifhe ever treadmy
hearthand IKnow
it, be every curseupon my
headThat
Ihave spokethisday.All I havesaid Icharge yestrictly to fulfil
and make
Perfect, for
my
sake, for Apollo's sake.And
thisland's sake,desertedofher fruitAnd
castout fromher gods. -Nay,were
allmute At
Delphi, still'twere strange toleave the thingUnfoUowed, when
a trueman and^ King
Lay
m;u"dered. All should search.J But
I, asnow Our
fortunes fall—
hiscrown
ison my
brow.Hiswife lies in
my
arms,andcommon
fate,Had
buthis issue beenmore
fortunate.Might
well have joined our children—
since this redChance
hath sostamped its heelon
Laius' head, Iam
hischampion
left, and, as Iwould
/^Jbpr*
For
mine own
father, choosefor ill orgoodThis
quest, to find theman who
slew ofyore Labdacus' son, theson of Polydore,Son
of greatCadmus whom Agenor
old Begat,ofThebes
firstmaster.And,
behold.For
them
that aidme
not, I prayno
rootNor
seedin earthmay
bearthem
corn norfruit.No
wifebear children, butthis present curse Cleave tothem
closeand otherwoes
yet worse.Enough
: ye other peopleofthe land, ISSOPHOCLES
TT.274-289Whose
will isone with mine,may
Justice standYour
helper, andall godsfor evermore.[The crowddisperses.
Leader.
O
King, even while thy curse yet hovers o'erMy
head, Ianswer
thee. I slewhim
not,Nor
canIshew
theslayer. But,God
wot.If
Phoebus
sendsthischarge, let Phoebus read Itsmeaning
and revealwho
did the deed.Oedipus.
Aye,
thatwere
just, ifofhis grace hewould
Revealit.How
shallman
compel hisGod
?Leader.
Second to that, methinks, 'twould help us
most
. . .Oedipus.
Though
it be third, speak1Nothing
should belost.Leader.
To
ourHigh
Seeron
earth vision is givenMost
liketo thatHigh Phoebus
hathin heaven.Ask
of Tiresias : he could tell theetrue.Oedipus. »
That
alsohaveIthought for.Aye,
andtwo I
Heralds have sent erenow. 'Twas Creon
setMe
on.—
I marvel thathecomes
notyet.16
VT.890-301
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES
Leader.
Our
otherclues are weak, old signsand^.
Oedipus.
What
signs? I needsmust
question all thatarc.Leader.
Some
travellersslew him, the taleused to be.Oedipus.
The
tale,yes : butthe witness,where
is he?Leader.
The man
hath heardthy curses. Ifheknows The
tasteoffear, hewill not long stay close.Oedipus.
He
fearmy
words,who
never feared thedeed?Leader.
Well, there is oneshall find him.
—
See, they lead Hither ourLord
Tiresias, inwhose mind
All truth is born, alone of
human
kind.Enter Tiresias led by a young disciple.
He
is an old^^
blind
man
in a prophet's robe^dark^ unkempt and j
sinister in appearance. '
Oedipus.
Tiresias, thou
whose mind
divinethwell All Truth,the spoken and the unspeakable,17
SOPHOCLES
»T.302-321The
thingsofheavenand them
that walk the earth;Our
city . . . thoucanst see, forall thydearthOf outward
eyes,what
clouds are over her.In which,
O
graciousLord,no
ministerOf
help,no
champion, canwe
find atallSave thee.
For Phoebus —
thouhast heard withal His message—
toourenvoy
hath decreedOne
onlyway
ofhelp in thisgreat need:To
find and smite with death or banishing,Him who
smote Laius, our ancient King.Oh,
grudge us nothing! Question every cryOf
birds, andall roads elseof prophecyThou
knowest. Save our city: save thineown
Greatness : save
me
; saveall thatyetdoth groanUnder
the deadman's wrong
I Lo, in thyhand
We
layus.And,
methinks,no work
sograndHath man
yetcompassed,as, with all he canOf
chanceor power, tohelp his fellowman.
TiRESiAS {tohimself).
Ah me
IA
fearful thing is knowledge,when
toknow
Helpeth
no
end. Iknew
thislongago.But
crushed it dead. ElsehadI never come.Oedipus.
What means
this?Comest
thouso deep ingloom
?TiRESIAS.
Let
me
go back !Thy work
shallweigh on
thccThe
less, ifthouconsent, andmine on mc.
18
TT.3a»-336
OEDIPUS, KING OF THEBES'
Oedipus.
Prophet, thisisnotlawful; nay, nor kind
To
Thebes,who
feeds thee, thusto veilthy mind.TiRESIAS.
'Tis that I like not
thy
mind, nor theway
Itgoeth. Therefore, lestI alsostray . . .
[He
moves togo of.Oedipus
barshis road, Oedipus.Thou
shalt not,knowing,
turn andleave ixs! See,Wc
all implore thee, all,on
bendedknee.TlRESIAS.
Allwithout light!
— And
neverlight shall shineOn
thisdarkevil that ismine
. . .and
thine.Oedipus.
What
wilt thou?Know
and speak not? Inmy
need
Be
false tome,
and let thycity bleed?TlRESIAS. X^^'^r*""
I will not
wound
myself northee.Why
seek / j-To
trapand questionme
? I willnot speak.Oedipus.
Thou
devilI[Movement
«/"Leader
to checkhimX Nay
; the wrath of any stoneWould
riseat him. Itlies with thee to have doneAnd
speak. Isthereno
melting in thine eyesI 19SOPHOCLES
TT.337-351TiRESIAS.
Naught
lies withme
!With
thee, with thee thereh'es,
I warrant,
what
thoune'er hast seen nor guessed.Oedipus
{toLeader, who
tries to cairn htm).How
can I hear such talk?—
hemaketh
jest 'Of
the land'swoe — and
keepmine
anger
dumb
?TiRESIAS.
Howe'er
I hold it back,'twill come, 'twill come.Oedipus.
The more
shouldst thou declare it to thy King.TiRESIAS.
I speak
no
more.For
thee, ifpassioningDoth
comfort thee, on, passion to thyfill I[He
moves togo.Oedipus.
'Fore
God,
Iam
inwrath
; and speak I will.Nor
stintwhat
I see clear.'Twas
thou, 'twas thou.Didst plan this
murder
; aye,and, save the blow,Wrought
it.—
Iknow
thou art blind; else I could swearThou,
and thou only, art themurderer.TiRESIAS {returning).
So?