Oedipus Trilogy Part 13

OEDIPUS How call you then the place wherein we bide?

STRANGER Whate'er I know thou too shalt know; the place Is all to great Poseidon consecrate.

Hard by, the t.i.tan, he who bears the torch, Prometheus, has his wors.h.i.+p; but the spot Thou treadest, the Bra.s.s-footed Threshold named, Is Athens' bastion, and the neighboring lands Claim as their chief and patron yonder knight Colonus, and in common bear his name.

Such, stranger, is the spot, to fame unknown, But dear to us its native wors.h.i.+pers.

OEDIPUS Thou sayest there are dwellers in these parts?

STRANGER Surely; they bear the name of yonder G.o.d.

OEDIPUS Ruled by a king or by the general voice?

STRANGER The lord of Athens is our over-lord.

OEDIPUS Who is this monarch, great in word and might?

STRANGER Theseus, the son of Aegeus our late king.

OEDIPUS Might one be sent from you to summon him?

STRANGER Wherefore? To tell him aught or urge his coming?

OEDIPUS Say a slight service may avail him much.

STRANGER How can he profit from a sightless man?

OEDIPUS The blind man's words will be instinct with sight.

STRANGER Heed then; I fain would see thee out of harm; For by the looks, marred though they be by fate, I judge thee n.o.ble; tarry where thou art, While I go seek the burghers--those at hand, Not in the city. They will soon decide Whether thou art to rest or go thy way.

[Exit STRANGER]

OEDIPUS Tell me, my daughter, has the stranger gone?

ANTIGONE Yes, he has gone; now we are all alone, And thou may'st speak, dear father, without fear.

OEDIPUS Stern-visaged queens, since coming to this land First in your sanctuary I bent the knee, Frown not on me or Phoebus, who, when erst He told me all my miseries to come, Spake of this respite after many years, Some haven in a far-off land, a rest Vouchsafed at last by dread divinities.

"There," said he, "shalt thou round thy weary life, A blessing to the land wherein thou dwell'st, But to the land that cast thee forth, a curse."

And of my weird he promised signs should come, Earthquake, or thunderclap, or lightning flash.

And now I recognize as yours the sign That led my wanderings to this your grove; Else had I never lighted on you first, A wineless man on your seat of native rock.

O G.o.ddesses, fulfill Apollo's word, Grant me some consummation of my life, If haply I appear not all too vile, A thrall to sorrow worse than any slave.

Hear, gentle daughters of primeval Night, Hear, namesake of great Pallas; Athens, first Of cities, pity this dishonored shade, The ghost of him who once was Oedipus.

ANTIGONE Hus.h.!.+ for I see some grey-beards on their way, Their errand to spy out our resting-place.

OEDIPUS I will be mute, and thou shalt guide my steps Into the covert from the public road, Till I have learned their drift. A prudent man Will ever shape his course by what he learns.

[Enter CHORUS]

CHORUS (Str. 1) Ha! Where is he? Look around!

Every nook and corner scan!

He the all-presumptuous man, Whither vanished? search the ground!

A wayfarer, I ween, A wayfarer, no countryman of ours, That old man must have been; Never had native dared to tempt the Powers, Or enter their demesne, The Maids in awe of whom each mortal cowers, Whose name no voice betrays nor cry, And as we pa.s.s them with averted eye, We move hushed lips in reverent piety.

But now some G.o.dless man, 'Tis rumored, here abides; The precincts through I scan, Yet wot not where he hides, The wretch profane!

I search and search in vain.

OEDIPUS I am that man; I know you near Ears to the blind, they say, are eyes.

CHORUS O dread to see and dread to hear!

OEDIPUS Oh sirs, I am no outlaw under ban.

CHORUS Who can he be--Zeus save us!--this old man?

OEDIPUS No favorite of fate, That ye should envy his estate, O, Sirs, would any happy mortal, say, Grope by the light of other eyes his way, Or face the storm upon so frail a stay?

CHORUS (Ant. 1) Wast thou then sightless from thy birth?

Evil, methinks, and long Thy pilgrimage on earth.

Yet add not curse to curse and wrong to wrong.

I warn thee, trespa.s.s not Within this hallowed spot, Lest thou shouldst find the silent gra.s.sy glade Where offerings are laid, Bowls of spring water mingled with sweet mead.

Thou must not stay, Come, come away, Tired wanderer, dost thou heed?

(We are far off, but sure our voice can reach.) If aught thou wouldst beseech, Speak where 'tis right; till then refrain from speech.

OEDIPUS Daughter, what counsel should we now pursue?

ANTIGONE We must obey and do as here they do.

OEDIPUS Thy hand then!

ANTIGONE Here, O father, is my hand,

OEDIPUS O Sirs, if I come forth at your command, Let me not suffer for my confidence.

CHORUS (Str. 2) Against thy will no man shall drive thee hence.

OEDIPUS Shall I go further?

CHORUS Aye.

OEDIPUS What further still?

CHORUS Lead maiden, thou canst guide him where we will.

ANTIGONE [4]

OEDIPUS * * * * * *

ANTIGONE * * * * * *

Follow with blind steps, father, as I lead.

OEDIPUS