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Oedipus Trilogy



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OEDIPUS THE KING Suppliants of all ages are seated round the altar at the palace doors,at their head a PRIEST OF ZEUS. To them enter OEDIPUS.OEDIPUSMy children, latest born to Cadmus old,Why sit ye here as suppliants, in your handsBranches of olive filleted with wool?What means this reek of incense everywhere,And everywhere laments and litanies?Children, it were not meet that I should learnFrom others, and am hither come, myself,I Oedipus, your world-renowned king.Ho! aged sire, whose venerable locksProclaim thee spokesman of this company,Explain your mood and purport. Is it dreadOf ill that moves you or a boon ye crave?My zeal in your behalf ye cannot doubt;Ruthless indeed were I and obdurateIf such petitioners as you I spurned.PRIESTYea, Oedipus, my sovereign lord and king,Thou seest how both extremes of age besiegeThy palace altars—fledglings hardly winged,and greybeards bowed with years; priests, as am Iof Zeus, and these the flower of our youth.Meanwhile, the common folk, with wreathed boughsCrowd our two market-places, or beforeBoth shrines of Pallas congregate, or whereIsmenus gives his oracles by fire.For, as thou seest thyself, our ship of State,Sore buffeted, can no more lift her head,Foundered beneath a weltering surge of blood.A blight is on our harvest in the ear,A blight upon the grazing flocks and herds,A blight on wives in travail; and withalArmed with his blazing torch the God of PlagueHath swooped upon our city emptyingThe house of Cadmus, and the murky realmOf Pluto is full fed with groans and tears.Therefore, O King, here at thy hearth we sit,I and these children; not as deeming theeA new divinity, but the first of men;First in the common accidents of life,And first in visitations of the Gods.Art thou not he who coming to the townof Cadmus freed us from the tax we paidTo the fell songstress? Nor hadst thou receivedPrompting from us or been by others schooled;No, by a god inspired (so all men deem,And testify) didst thou renew our life.And now, O Oedipus, our peerless king,All we thy votaries beseech thee, findSome succor, whether by a voice from heavenWhispered, or haply known by human wit.Tried counselors, methinks, are aptest found To furnish for the future pregnant rede.Upraise, O chief of men, upraise our State!Look to thy laurels! for thy zeal of yoreOur country's savior thou art justly hailed:O never may we thus record thy reign:—"He raised us up only to cast us down."Uplift us, build our city on a rock.Thy happy star ascendant brought us luck,O let it not decline! If thou wouldst ruleThis land, as now thou reignest, better sureTo rule a peopled than a desert realm.Nor battlements nor galleys aught avail,If men to man and guards to guard them tail.OEDIPUSAh! my poor children, known, ah, known too well,The quest that brings you hither and your need.Ye sicken all, well wot I, yet my pain,How great soever yours, outtops it all.Your sorrow touches each man severally,Him and none other, but I grieve at onceBoth for the general and myself and you....