Hear'st thou, Ο wanderer worn?
If thou my speech wilt heed,
Go forth from ground where man's foot may not go,
To where all walk alike.
Then speak; till then abstain.
Œdip. [To Antigone.] What turn should counsel take,
my child, in this?170
Antig. Ο father, we to citizens should give
Their due, and yield and hearken as is meet.
Œdip. Come, then, and touch me.
Antig. Here then is my hand.
[She leads him out of the grove.
Œdip. So then, my friends, I pray,
Let me not suffer wrong,
Trusting thy plighted word,
And moving from my place.
Chor. No one from henceforth, 'gainst thy will, old man,
Shall lead thee from this spot. [Pointing to a rock near them.
Œdip. Still farther on?180
Chor. Yet onward take thy course.
Œdip. What! farther still?
Chor. [To Antigone.] Lead him on, maiden, farther,
For thou discernest clear.
Antig. Follow then, follow, with thy sightless limbs,
My father, where I lead.
Chor. A stranger in a land that is not thine,
Endure, Ο suffering one,
Tο loathe whate'er our state doth hateful hold,
To reverence what it loves.
Œdip. Lead me then on, my child,
Where, on due reverence resting,
We may both speak and hear;190
Nor let us war with fate.
