OEDIPUS AT COLONUS
Oedipus
Whate’er I utter, have no fear of me.
Chorus
Begone!
Oedipus
O wretched me!
Chorus
Begone!
Oedipus
O daughter, what will hap anon?
Chorus
Forth from our borders speed ye both!
Oedipus
How keep you then your troth?
Chorus
Heaven’s justice never smites
Him who ill with ill requites.
But if guile with guile contend,
Bane, not blessing, is the end.
Arise, begone and take thee hence straightway,
Lest on our land a heavier curse thou lay.
Antigone
O sirs! ye suffered not my father blind,
Albeit gracious and to ruth inclined,
Knowing the deeds he wrought, not innocent,
But with no ill intent;
Yet heed a maiden’s moan
Who pleads for him alone;
My eyes, not reft of sight,
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