Jebb, Richard Claverhouse Jebb, and Gilbert A. I follow not thy drift. No one else but me. Jocasta The city is called Phokis. This wound, this wound hurts me as well as my friends and so I need to heal it.
Chorus Indicating the stage and the play that was just run What says all this, then? I slew him not myself, nor can I name The slayer. Thou art the man, Thou the accursed polluter of this land. I or we know that when you came here, Vou freed us from our bondage, the bitter tribute 1 Ik Sphinx wrung from us by her sorceries. Why did you hatch this plot? I am afraid that I have said too much against myself and I want to see him. He went, so spake he, pilgrim-wise afar, And nevermore came back as forth he went. So many clear signs, wife.
And yet I saved your life. He is your friend and swears he is not guilty. Where in the wide world to find The far, faint traces of a bygone crime? Even in darkness, my friend, I can still recognise your voice! And you hate what I say. With those words I have drawn close to death. Let his relatives and the relatives of them, see and hear his suffering. You will regret This zeal of yours to purify the land, You and vour fellow-plotter.
He cannot have forgotten the long summers We grazed our sheep together by Cithaeron, He with two flocks, and I with one— three years, From spring to autumn. Hear me, O city held in highest honor: Athens, the city of the mighty Pallas! And yet I hope it means That hearing these dreadful things about her son, She will not let herself show grief in public 1 1 80 But will lament in private with her women. There the bride Of Phineus, W hose tierce heart no mcrcv knew, Dealt his two sons a blow that for vengeance cried; Ares beheld her hand, all stained with gore. I can hear, however, Murmurs in darkness and laments for her. See now your great Oedipus! And when ye come to marriageable years, Where's the bold wooers who will jeopardize To take unto himself such disrepute As to my children's children still must cling, For what of infamy is lacking here? For, let alone the god's express command, It were a scandal ye should leave unpurged The murder of a great man and your king, Nor track it home.
In a grotesque scene, Oedipus screams these lines after he blinds himself. And mighty Ares, our ally, Dealing havoc around him, apportioned to other foemen their fate. Equal and similar to both. A time will come, and will not linger coming, That will awaken in your house the wailing Of men and women. How swiftly the wind carried you about me! So with Apollo's aid We may at last be saved— or meet destruction. Chorus They pray with deep sighs for their bitter sufferings. And dost thou think to say these things and live? The son of Monoeceus approaches, 130 Creon, the new-crowned King of the land, Made King by new fortunes the gods have allotted.
Has Creon had pity on me? Now thought an alien, he shall prove to be A native Theban, to his deep dismay. Enter messenger messenger indicating haemon : Your load is heavy, Sir, but there is more. All of us were alert, and kept awake Threatening each other. Flute more prominent than the drum and more placatory. You have not roused me, I have not been sleeping. Let me hear no more! Perhaps your own tears will make you talk, ey? Rise from the altar steps, And carry away those branches.
Say Whatever vou think is best, for he is here. And so tor years I have stayed away from Corinth, 950 My native land— a fortunate thing for me, Though it is very sweet to see one's parents. Therefore, my son, consider what has happened. Oh, narrow crossroad where the three paths meet! But now, repeat your storv. I ask you not for my sake but your own. I shall be killed, or exiled in disgrace. Time, Oedipus, Time will show you the truth in this matter.
I have no skill, nor do I wish to have it, To show where you have spoken wrongly. Oedipus And why did she do that? Has it come to this? And for this Creon has held me guiltv of evil-doing. The things we saw just then were dreadful! But if he holds his tongue, 220 Hoping to save himself or save a friend, Then let him hear what I, the King, decree For all who live in Thebes, the land I rule. For we must ask some citizen where we are, And we must do whatever we are bidden. Father and son both harvested the yield Of the same bounteous field. Herald I took highland herds to graze up there.
Chorus Arrogance overfed with vanity and bloated with unearned riches, will turn a man into a tyrant. Men niusr accept their doom. Jocasta I shall do whatever pleases you, Oedipus. The other has been foolish all her life. Wrong twould be, Een if no voice from heaven had urged us on, That ye should leave the stain of guilt uncleansed, Your noblest chief, your king himself, being slain. He was associated in some way with the cult of Asclepius, the god of healing.