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OEDIPUS : A TRAGEDY . As it is ACTED at His Royal Highness THE DUKE's Theatre .

The AUTHORS Mr. DRYDEN , and Mr. LEE .

Hi proprium decus & partum indignantur honorem Ni teneant . Virgil. Vos exemplaria Graeca , Nocturna versate manu , versate diurna . Horat.

LICENSED , Jan. 3. 1678 / 9 ROGER L'ESTRANGE .

LONDON , Printed for R. Bentley and M. Magnes in Russel-street in Covent-Garden . 1679.

PREFACE .

THOUGH it be dangerous to raise too great an expectation , especially in works of this Nature , where we are to please an unsatiable Audience , yet 't is reasonable to prepossess them in favour of an Author , and therefore both the Prologue and Epilogue inform'd you , that Oedipus was the most celebrated piece of all Antiquity . That Sophocles , not only the greatest Wit , but one of the greatest Men in Athens , made it for the Stage at the Publick Cost , and that it had the reputation of being his Master-piece , not only amongst the Seven of his which are still remaining , but of the greater Number which are perish'd . Aristole has more than once admir'd it in his Book of Poetry , Horace has mention'd it : Lucullus , Julius Caesar , and other noble Romans , have written on the same Subject , though their Poems are wholly lost ; but Seneca's is still preserv'd . In our own Age , Corneille has attempted it , and it appears by his Preface , with great success : But a judicious Reader will easily observe , how much the Copy is inferiour to the Original . He tells you himself , that he owes a great part of his success to the happy Episode of Theseus and Dirce ; which is the same thing , as if we should acknowledge , that we were indebted for our good fortune , to the under-plot of Adrastus , Eurydice , and Creon . The truth is , he miserably fail'd in the Character of his Hero : if he desir'd that Oedipus should be pitied , he shou'd have made him a better man. He forgot that Sophocles had taken care to shew him in his first entrance , a just , a merciful , a successful , a Religious Prince , and in short , a Father of his Country : instead of these , he has drawn him suspicious , designing , more anxious of keeping the Theban Crown , than solicitous for the safety of his People : Hector'd by Theseus , contemn'd by Dirce , and scarce maintaining a second part in his own Tragedie . This was an errour in the first concoction ; and therefore never to be mended in the second or the third : He introduc'd a greater Heroe than Oedipus himself : for when Theseus was once there , that Companion of Hercules must yield to none : The Poet was oblig'd to furnish him with business , to make him an Equipage suitable to his dignity , and by following him too close , to lose his other King of Branford in the Crowd . Seneca on the other side , as if there were no such thing as Nature to be minded in a Play , is always running after pompous expression , pointed sentences , and Philosophical notions , more proper for the Study than the Stage : The French-man follow'd a wrong scent ; and the Roman was absolutely at cold Hunting . All we cou'd gather out of Corneille , was , that an Episode must be , but not his way : and Seneca supply'd us with no new hint , but only a Relation which he makes of his Tiresias raising the Ghost of Lajus : which is here perform'd in view of the Audience , the Rites and Ceremonies so far his , as he agreed with Antiquity , and the Religion of the Greeks : but he himself was beholding to Homer's Tiresias in the Odysses for some of them : and the rest have been collected from Heliodore's , AEthiopiques , and Lucan's Erictho . Sophocles indeed is admirable every where : And therefore we have follow'd him as close as possibly we cou'd : But the Athenian Theater , ( whether more perfect than ours is not now disputed ) had a perfection differing from ours . You see there in every Act a single Scene , ( or two at most ) which manage the business of the Play , and after that succeeds the Chorus , which commonly takes up more time in Singing , than there has been employ'd in speaking . The Principal person appears almost constantly through the Play ; but the inferiour parts seldome above once in the whole Tragedie . The conduct of our Stage is much more difficult , where we are oblig'd never to lose any considerable character which we have once presented . Custom likewise has obtain'd , that we must form an under-plot of second Persons , which must be depending on the first , and their by-walks must be like those in a Labyrinth , which all of ' em-lead into the great Parterre : or like so many several lodging Chambers , which have their out-lets into the same Gallery . Perhaps after all , if we could think so , the ancient method , as 't is the easiest , is also the most Natural , and the best . For variety , as 't is manag'd , is too often subject to breed distraction : and while we would please too many ways , for want of art in the conduct , we please in none . But we have given you more already than was necessary for a Preface , and for ought we know , may gain no more by our instructions , than that Politick Naton is like to do , who have taught their Enemies to fight so long , that at last they are in a condition to invade them .

Dramatis Personae .

Oedipus Mr. Betterton . Adrastus Mr. Smith . Creon Mr. Samford . Tiresias Mr. Harris . Haemon Mr. Crosby . Alcander Mr. Williams . Diocles Mr. Norris . Pyracmon Mr. Boman . Phorbas Mr. Gillo . Dymas   AEgeon   Ghost of Lajus Mr. Williams . WOMEN .   Jocasta Mrs. Betterton . Eurydice Mrs. Lee. Manto . Mrs. Evans . Priests , Citizens , Attendants , &c.   SCENE , THEBES .

PROLOGUE . WHEN Athens all the Graecian State did guide , And Greece gave Laws to all the World beside , Then Sophocles with Socrates did sit , Supreme in Wisdom one , and one in Wit : And Wit from Wisdom differ'd not in those , But as 't was Sung inVerse , or said in Prose . Then , Oedipus , on Crowded Theaters , Drew all admiring Eyes and listning Ears ; The pleas'd Spectator shouted every Line , The noblest , manliest , and the best Design ! And every Critick of each learned Age By this just Model has reform'd the Stage . Now , should it fail , ( as Heav'n avert our fear ! ) Damn it in silence , lest the World should hear . For were it known this Poem did not please , You might set up for perfect Salvages : Your Neighbours would not look on you as men : But think the Nation all turn'd Picts agen . Faith , as you manage matters , 't is not fit You should suspect your selves of too much Wit. Drive not the jeast too far , but spare this piece ; And , for this once , be not more Wise than Greece . See twice ! Do not pell-mell to Damning fall , Like true born Brittains , who ne're think at all : Pray be advis'd ; and though at Mons you won , On pointed Cannon do not always run . With some respect to antient Wit proceed ; You take the four first Councils for your Creed . But , when you lay Tradition wholly by , And on the private Spirit alone relye , You turn Fanaticks in your Poetry . If , notwithstanding all that we can say , You needs will have your pen'worths of the Play : And come resolv'd to Damn , because you pay , Record it , in memorial of the Fact , The first Play bury'd since the Wollen Act.
OEDIPUS .
ACT. I. SCENE Thebes . The Curtain rises to a plaintive Tune , representing the present condition of Thebes ; Dead Bodies appear at a distance in the Streets ; Some faintly go over the Stage , others drop . Enter Alcander , Diocles , Pyracmon . Alc. MEthinks we stand on Ruines ; Nature shakes About us ; and the Universal Frame So loose , that it but wants another push To leap from off its Hindges . Dioc. No Sun to chear us ; but a Bloody Globe That rowls above ; a bald and Beamless Fire ; His Face o're-grown with Scurf : the Sun 's sick too ; Shortly he 'll be an Earth . Pyr. Therefore the Seasons Lye all confus'd ; and , by the Heaven 's neglected , Forget themselves : Blind Winter meets the Summer In his Mid-way , and , seeing not his Livery , Has driv'n him headlong back : And the raw damps With flaggy Wings fly heavily about , Scattering their Pestilential Colds and Rheumes Through all the lazy Air. Alc. Hence Murrains follow'd On bleating Flocks , and on the lowing Herds : At last , the Malady Grew more domestick , and the faithful Dog Dy'd at his Masters Feet . Dioc. And next his Master : For all those Plagues which Earth and Air had brooded , First on inferiour Creatures try'd their force ; And last they seiz'd on man. Pyr. And then a thousand deaths at once advanc'd , And every Dart took place ; all was so sudden , That scarce a first man fell ; one but began To wonder , and straight fell a wonder too ; A third , who stoop'd to raise his dying Friend , Dropt in the pious Act. Heard you that groan ? [ Groan within . Dioc. A Troop of Ghosts took flight together there : Now Death's grown riotous , and will play no more For single Stakes , but Families and Tribes : How are we sure we breath not now our last , And that next minute , Our Bodies cast into some common Pit , Shall not be built upon , and overlaid By half a people . Alc. There 's a Chain of Causes Link'd to Effects ; invincible Necessity That what e're is , could not but so have been ; That 's my security . To them , Enter Creon . Creon . So had it need , when all our Streets lye cover'd With dead and dying men ; And Earth exposes Bodies on the Pavements More than she hides in Graves ! Betwixt the Bride and Bridegroom have I seen The Nuptial Torch do common offices Of Marriage and of Death . Dios. Now , Oedipus , ( If he return from War , our other plague ) Will scarce find half he left , to grace his Triumphs . Pyr. A feeble Paean will be sung before him . Alc. He would do well to bring the Wives and Children Of conquer'd Argians , to renew his Thebes . Creon . May Funerals meet him at the City Gates With their detested Omen . Dioc. Of his Children . Creon . Nay , though she be my Sister , of his Wife . Alc. O that our Thebes might once again behold A Monarch Theban born ! Dioc. We might have had one . Pyr. Yes , had the people pleas'd . Creon . Come , y' are my Friends : The Queen my Sister , after Lajus's death , Fear'd to lye single ; and supply'd his place With a young Successour . Dioc. He much resembles Her former Husband too ; Alc. I always thought so . Pyr. When twenty Winters more have grizzl'd his black Locks He will be very Lajus . Creon . So he will : Mean time she stands provided of a Lajus More young and vigorous too , by twenty Springs . These Women are such cunning Purveyors ! Mark where their Appetites have once been pleas'd , The same resemblance in a younger Lover Lyes brooding in their Fancies the same Pleasures , And urges their remembrance to desire . Dioc. Had merit , not her dotage , been consider'd , Then Creon had been King ; but Oedipus , A stranger ! Creon . That word stranger , I confess Sounds harshly in my Ears . Dioc. We are your Creatures . The people prone , as in all general ills , To sudden change ; the King in Wars abroad , The Queen a Woman weak and unregarded ; Eurydice the Daughter of dead Lajus , A Princess young and beautious , and unmarried . Methinks from these disjointed propositions Something might be produc'd . Creon . The Gods have done Their part , by sending this commodious plague . But oh the Princess ! her hard heart is shut By Adamantine Locks against my Love. Alc. Your claim to her is strong : you are betroth'd . Pyr. True in her Nonage . Alc. But that let 's remov'd . Dioc. I heard the Prince of Argos , young Adrastus When he was hostage here . Creon . Oh name him not ! the bane of all my hopes ; That hot-brain'd , head-long Warriour , has the Charms Of youth , and somewhat of a lucky rashness , To please a Woman yet more Fool than he . That thoughtless Sex is caught by outward form And empty noise , and loves it self in man. Alc. But since the War broke out about our Frontiers , He 's now a Foe to Thebes . Creon . But is not so to her ; see , she appears ; Once more I 'll prove my Fortune : you insinuate Kind thoughts of me into the multitude ; Lay load upon the Court ; gull 'em with freedom ; And you shall see 'em toss their Tails , and gad , As if the Breeze had stung ' em . Dioc. We 'll about it . [ Exeunt Alcander , Diocles , Pyracmon . Enter Euridice . Creon . Hail , Royal Maid ; thou bright Eurydice ! A lavish Planet reign'd when thou wert born ; And made thee of such kindred mold to Heaven , Thou seem'st more Heaven 's than ours . Euryd. Cast round your Eyes ; Where late the Streets were so thick sown with men , Like Cadmus Brood they justled for the passage : Now look for those erected heads , and see 'em Like Pebbles paving all our publick ways : When you have thought on this , then answer me , If these be hours of Courtship . Creon . Yes , they are ; For when the Gods destroy so fast , 't is time We should renew the Race . Euryd. What , in the midst of horrour ! Creon . Why not then ? There 's the more need of comfort . Euryd. Impious Creon ! Creon . Unjust Eurydice ! can you accuse me Of love , which is Heaven's precept , and not fear That Vengeance , which you say pursues our Crimes , Should reach your Perjuries ? Euryd. Still th' old Argument . I bad you , cast your eyes on othermen , Now cast 'em on your self : think what you are . Creon . A Man. Euryd. A Man ! Creon . Why doubt you ? I 'm a man. Euryd. 'T is well you tell me so , I should mistake you For any other part o' th' whole Creation , Rather than think you man : hence from my sight , Thou poyson to my eyes . Creon . 'T was you first poison'd mine ; and yet methinks , My face and person shou'd not make you sport . Euryd. You force me , by your importunities , To shew you what you are . Creon . A Prince , who loves you : And since your pride provokes me , worth your love , Ev'n at its highest value . Euryd. Love from thee ! Why love renounc'd thee e're thou saw'st the light : Nature her self start back when thou wert born ; And cry'd , the work 's not mine : The Midwife stood aghast ; and when she saw Thy Mountain back and thy distorted legs , Thy face it self , Half-minted with the Royal stamp of man ; And half o're-come with beast , stood doubting long , Whose right in thee were more : And knew not , if to burn thee in the flames , Were not the holier work . Creon . Am I to blame if Nature threw my body In so perverse a mould ? yet when she cast Her envious hand upon my supple joints , Unable to resist , and rumpled 'em On heaps in their dark lodging , to revenge Her bungled work she stampt my mind more fair : And as from Chaos , huddled and deform'd , The God strook fire , and lighted up the Lamps That beautify the sky , so he inform'd This ill-shap'd body with a daring soul : And making less than man , he made me more . Euryd. No ; thou art all one errour ; soul and body . The first young tryal of some unskill'd Pow'r ; Rude in the making Art , and Ape of Jove . Thy crooked mind within hunch'd out thy back ; And wander'd in thy limbs : to thy own kind Make love , if thou canst find it in the world : And seek not from our Sex to raise an off spring , Which , mingled with the rest , would tempt the Gods To cut off humane Kind . Creon . No ; let 'em leave The Argian Prince for you : that Enemy Of Thebes has made you false , and break the Vows You made to me . Euryd. They were my Mothers Vows , Made when I was at Nurse . Creon . But hear me , Maid ; This blot of Nature , this deform'd , loath'd Creon , Is Master of a Sword , to reach the blood Of your young Minion , spoil the Gods fine work , And stab you in his heart . Euryd. This when thou dost , Then mayst thou still be curs'd with loving me : And , as thou art , be still unpitied , loath'd ; And let his Ghost No let his Ghost have rest , But let the greatest , fiercest , foulest Fury , Let Creon haunt himself . [ Exit Eurydice . Creon . T is true , I am What she has told me , an offence to sight : My body opens inward to my soul , And lets in day to make my Vices seen By all discerning eyes , but the blind vulgar . I must make haste er'e Oedipus return , To snatch the Crown and her ; for I still love ; But love with malice ; as an angry Cur Snarles while he feeds , so will I seize and stanch The hunger of my love on this proud beauty , And leave the scraps for Slaves . Enter Tiresias , leaning on a staff , and led by his Daughter Manto . What makes this blind prophetick Foolabroad ! Wou'd his Appollo had him , he 's too holy For Earth and me ; I 'll shun his walk ; and seek My popular friends . [ Exit Creon . Tiresias . A little farther ; yet a little farther , Thou wretched Daughter of a dark old man , Conduct my weary steps : and thou who seest For me and for thy seif , beware thou tread not With impious steps upon dead corps ; Now stay : Methinks I draw more open , vital air , Where are we ? Manto . Under Covert of a wall : The most frequented once , and noisy part Of Thebes , now midnight silence reigns ev'n here ; And grass untrodden springs beneath our feet . Tir. If there be nigh this place a Sunny banck , There let me rest a while : a Sunny banck ! Alas ! how can it be , where no Sun shines ! But a dim winking Taper in the Skyes , That nods , and scarce holds up his drowzy head To glimmer through the damps . [ A Noise within , follow , follow , follow , A Creon , A Creon , A Creon . ] Hark! a tumultuous noise , and Creon's name Thrice eccho'd . Man. Fly , the tempest drives this way . Tir. Whither can Age and blindness take their flight ? If I could fly , what cou'd I suffer worse , Secure of greater Ills ! [ Noise again , Creon , Creon , Creon . Enter Creon , Diocles , Alcander , Pyracmon ; followed by the Crowd . Creon . I thank ye , Countrymen ; but must refuse The honours you intend me , they 're too great ; And I am too unworthy ; think agen , And make a better choice . 1 Cit. Think twice ! I ne're thought twice in all my life : That 's double work . 2 Cit. My first word is always my second ; and therefore I 'll have No second word : and therefore once again I say , A Creon . All. A Creon , A Creon , A Creon . Creon . Yet hear me , Fellow Citizens . Dioc. Fellow Citizens ! there was a word of kindness ! Alc. When did Oedipus salute you by that familiar name ? 1 Cit. Never , never he was too proud . Creon . Indeed he could not , for he was a stranger : But under him our Thebes is half destroyed . Forbid it Heav'n the residue should perish Under a Theban born . 'T is true , the Gods might send this plague among you , Because a stranger rul'd : but what of that , Can I redress it now ? 3 Cit. Yes , you or none . 'T is Certain that the Gods are angry with us Because he reigns . Creon . Oedipus may return : you may be ruin'd . 1 Cit. Nay , if that be the matter , we are ruin'd already . 2 Cit. Half of us that are here present , were living men but Yesterday , and we that are absent do but drop and drop , And no man knows whether he be dead or living . And Therefore while we are sound and well , let us satisfie our Consciences , and make a new King. 3 Cit. Ha , if we were but worthy to see another Coronation , And then if we must dye , well go merrily together . All. To the question , to the question . Dioc. Are you content , Creon should be your King ? All. A Creon , A Creon , A Creon . Tir. Hear-me , ye Thebans , and thou Creon , hear me . 1 Cit. Who 's that would be heard ; we 'll hear no man : We can scarce hear one another . Tir. I charge you by the Gods to hear me . 2 Cit. Oh , 't is Apollo's Priest , we must hear him ; 't is the old blind Prophet that sees all things . 3 Cit. He comes from the Gods too , and they are our betters ; And therefore in good manners we must hear him : Speak , Prophet . 2 Cit. For coming from the Gods that 's no great matter , They can all say that ; but he 's a great Scholar , he can make Almanacks , and he were put to 't , and therefore I say hear him . Tir. When angry Heav'n scatters its plagues among you , Is it for nought , ye Thebans ! are the Gods Unjust in punishing ? are there no Crimes Which pull this Vengeance down ? 1 Cit. Yes , yes , no doubt there are some Sins stirring That are the cause of all . 3 Cit. Yes there are Sins ; or we should have no Taxes . 2 Cit. For my part I can speak it with a safe Conscience , I ne're sinn'd in all my life . 1 Cit. Nor I. 3 Cit. Nor I. 2 Cit. Then we are all justified , the sin lyes not at our doors . Tir. All justified alike , and yet all guilty ; Were every mans false dealing brought to light , His Envy , Malice , Lying , Perjuries , His Weights and Measures , th' other mans Extortions , With what Face could you tell offended Heav'n You had not sinn'd ? 2 Cit. Nay , if these be sins , the case is alter'd ; for my part I never Thought any thing but Murder had been a sin . Tir. And yet , as if all these were less than nothing , You add Rebellion to 'em ; impious Thebans ! Have you not sworn before the Gods to serve And to obey this Oedipus , your King By publick voice elected ; answer me , If this be true ! 2 Cit. This is true ; but it 's a hard World Neighbours , If a mans Oath must be his master . Creon . Speak Diocles ; all goes wrong . Dioc. How are you Traytors Countrymen of Thebes ? This holy Sir , who presses you with Oaths , Forgets your first ; were you not sworn before To Lajus and his Blood ? All. We were ; we were . Dioc. While Lajus has a lawful Successor , Your first ●ath still must bind : Eurydice Is Heir to Lajus ; let her marry Creon : Offended Heav'n will never be appeas'd While Oedipus pollutes the Throne of Lajus , A stranger to his Blood. All. We 'll no Oedipus , no Oedipus . 1 Cit. He puts the Prophet in a Mouse-hole . 2 Cit. I knew it wou'd be so ; the last man ever speaks the best reason . Tir. Can benefits thus dye , ungrateful Thebans ! Remember yet , when , after Lajus's death , The Monster Sphinx laid your rich Country waste , Your Vineyards spoil'd , your labouring Oxen slew ; Your selves for fear mew'd up within your Walls . She , taller than your Gates , o're-look'd your Town , But when she rais'd her Bulk to sail above you , She drove the Air arround her like a Whirlwind , And shaded all beneath ; till stooping down , She clap'd her leathern wing against your Tow'rs , And thrust out her long neck , ev'n to your doors . Dioc. Alk. Pyr. We 'll hear no more . Tir. You durst not meet in Temples T' invoke the Gods for aid , the proudest he Who leads you now , then cowr'd , like a dar'd Lark : This Creon shook for fear , The blood of Lajus , cruddled in his Veins : Till Oedipus arriv'd . Call'd by his own high courage and the Gods , Himself to you a God : ye offer'd him Your Queen , and Crown ; ( but what was then your Crown ! ) And Heav'n authoriz'd it by his success : Speak then , who is your lawful King ? All. 'T is Oedipus . Tir. 'T is Oedipus indeed : your King more lawful Than yet you dream : for something still there lyes In Heav'ns dark Volume , which I read through mists : 'T is great , prodigious ; 't is a dreadful birth , Of wondrous Fate ; and now , just now disclosing . I see , I see ! how terribly it dawns . And my Soul sickens with it : 1 Cit. How the God shakes him ! Tir. He comes ! he comes ! Victory ! Conquest ! Triumph ! But oh ! Guiltless and Guilty : Murder ! Parricide ! Incest ; Discovery ! Punishment 't is ended , And all your sufferings o're . A Trumpet within ; Enter Haemon . Haem . Rouze up ye Thebans ; tune your Jo. Paeans ! Your King returns ; the Argians are o're-come ; Their Warlike Prince in single Combat taken , And led in Bands by God-like Oedipus . All. Oedipus , Oedipus , Oedipus ! Creon . Furies confound his Fortune ! Haste , all haste ; And meet with Blessings our Victorious King ; Decree Processions ; bid new Holy-days ; Crown all the Statues of our Gods with Garlands ; And raise a Brazen Collumn , thus inscrib'd , To Oedipus , now twice a Conquerour ; Deliverer of his Thebes . Trust me , I weep for joy to see this day . [ aside . [ To them . Tir. Yes , Heav'n knows why thou weep'st : go , Countrymen , And , as you use to supplicate your Gods So meet your King , with Bayes , and Olive-branches : Bow down , and touch his Knees , and beg from him An end of all your Woes ; for only he Can give it you . [ Ex. Tiresias , the People following . Enter Oedipus in triumph , Adrastus Prisoner ; Dymas , Train . Creon . All hail , great Oedipus ; Thou mighty Conquerour , hail ; welcome to Thebes : To thy own Thebes ; to all that 's left of Thebes : For half thy Citizens are swept away , And wanting to thy Triumphs : And we , the happy remnant , only live To welcome thee , and dye . Oedipus . Thus pleasure never comes sincere to man ; But lent by Heav'n upon hard Usury : And , while Jove holds us out the Bowl of Joy , E're it can reach our Lips it 's dasht with Gall By some left-handed God. O mournful Triumph ! O Conquest gain'd abroad and lost at home ! O Argos ! now rejoyce , for Thebes lyes low ; Thy slaughter'd Sons now smile and think they won ; When they can count more Theban Ghosts than theirs . Adrast. No ; Argos mourns with Thebes ; you temper'd so Your Courage while you fought , that Mercy seem'd The manlier Virtue , and much more prevail'd : While Argos is a People , think your Thebes Can never want for Subjects : Every Nation Will crow'd to serve where Oedipus commands , Creon to Haem . How mean it shews to fawn upon the Victor ! Haem . Had you beheld him fight , you had said otherwise : Come , 't is brave bearing in him , not to envy Superiour Vertue . Oed. This indeed is Conquest , To gain a Friend like you : Why were we Foes ? Adrast. 'Cause we were Kings , and each disdain'd an equal . I fought to have it in my pow'r to do What thou hast done ; and so to use my Conquest ; To shew thee , Honour was my only motive , Know this , that were my Army at thy Gates , And Thebes thus waste , I would not take the Gift , Which , like a Toy , dropt from the hands of Fortune , Lay for the next chance-comer . Oed. embracing . No more Captive , But Brother of the War : 'T is much more pleasant , And safer , trust me , thus to meet thy love , Than when hard Gantlets clench'd our Warlike Hands , And kept 'em from soft use . Adr. My Conquerour . Oed. My Friend ! that other name keeps Enmity alive . But longer to detain thee were a Crime ; To love , and to Eurydice , go free : Such welcome as a ruin'd Town can give Expect from me ; the rest let her supply . Adr. I go without a blush , though conquer'd twice , By you and by my Princess . [ Ex. Adrastus . Creon aside . Then I am conquer'd thrice ; by Oedipus , And her , and ev'n by him , the slave of both : Gods , I 'm beholding to you , for making me your Image , VVou'd I cou'd make you mine . [ Ex. Creon . Enter the People with branches in their hands , holding them up , and kneeling : Two Priests before them . Oedipus . Alas , my People ! What means this speechless sorrow , down cast eyes , And lifted hands ! if there be one among you Whom grief has left a tongue , speak for the rest . 1 Pr. O Father of thy Country ! To thee these knees are bent , these eyes are lifted , As to a visible Divinity . A Prince on whom Heav'n safely might repose The business of Mankind : for Providence Might on thy careful bosome sleep secure , And leave her task to thee . But where 's the Glory of thy former acts ? Ev'n that 's destroy'd when none shall live to speak it . Millions of Subjects shalt thou have ; but mute . A people of the dead ; a crowded desart . A Midnight silence at the noon of day . Oed. O were our Gods as ready with their pity , As I with mine , this Presence shou'd be throng'd With all I left alive ; and my sad eyes . Not search in vain for friends , whose promis'd sight Flatter'd my toyls of war. 1 Pr. Twice our deliverer . Oed. Nor are now your vows Addrest to one who sleeps : VVhen this unwelcome news first reach'd my ears , Dymas was sent to Delphos to enquire The cause and cure of this contagious ill : And is this day return'd : but since his message Concerns the publick , I refus'd to hear it But in this general Presence : let him speak . Dymas . A dreadful answer from the hallow'd Urn , And sacred tripous did the Priestess give , In these Mysterious words , The Oracle . Shed in a cursed hour , by cursed hand , Blood-Royal unreveng'd , has curs'd the Land. When Lajus death is expiated well Your Plague shall cease : the rest let Lajus tell . Oed. Dreadful indeed ! blood , and a Kings blood too : And such a Kings , and by his Subjects shed ! ( Else why this curse on Thebes ? ) no wonder then If Monsters , Wars , and plagues revenge such Crimes ! If Heav'n be just , it 's whole Artillery , All must be empty'd on us : Not one bolt Shall erre from Thebes ; but more , be call'd for more : New moulded thunder of a larger size ; Driv'n by whole Jove . VVhat , touch annointed Pow'r ! Then Gods beware ; Jove wou'd himself be next ; Cou'd you but reach him too . 2. Pr. We mourn the sad remembrance . Oed. Well you may : Worse than a plague infects you : y' are devoted To Mother Earth , and to th' infernal Pow'rs : Hell has a right in you : I thank you Gods , That I 'm no Theban born : how my blood cruddles ! As if this curse touch'd me ! and touch'd me nearer Than all this presence ! Yes , 't is a Kings blood , And I , a King , am ty'd in deeper bonds To expiate this blood : but where , from whom , Or how must I attone it ? tell me , Thebans , How Lajus fell ? for a confus'd report Pass d through my ears , when first I took the Crown : But full of hurry , like a morning dream , It vanish'd in the business of the day . 1 Pr. He went in private forth ; but thinly follow'd ; And ne're return'd to Thebes . Oed. Nor any from him ? came there no attendant ? None to bring news ? 2 Pr. But one ; and he so wounded , He scarce drew breath to speak some few faint words . Oed. VVhat were they ? something may be learnt from thence . 1 Pr. He said a band of Robbers watch'd their passage ; VVho took advantage of a narrow way To murder Lajus and the rest : himself Left too for dead . Oed. Made you no more enquiry , But took this bare relation ? 2. Pr. 'T was neglected : For then the Monster Sphynx began to rage ; And present cares soon buried the remote ; So was it hush'd , and never since reviv'd . Oed. Mark , Thebans , mark ! Just then , the Sphynx began to rage among you ; The Gods took hold ev'n of th'offending minute , And dated thence your woes : thence will I trace ' em . 1 Pr. 'T is Just thou should'st . Oed. Hear then this dreadful imprecation ; hear it : 'T is lay'd on all ; not any one exempt : Bear witness Heav'n , avenge it on the perjur'd . If any Theban born , if any stranger Reveal this murder , or produce its Author , Ten Attique Talents be his just reward : But , if for fear , for favour , or for hire , The murder'r he conceale , the curse of Thebes Fall heavy on his head : Unite our plagues Ye Gods , and place 'em there : from Fire and VVater , Converse , and all things common be he banish'd . But for the murderer's self , unfound by man , Find him ye pow'rs Coelestial and Infernal ; And the same Fate or worse , than Lajus met , Let be his lot : his children be accurst ; His VVife and kindred , all of his be curs'd . Both Pr. Confim it Heav'n ! Enter Jocasta ; Attended by Women . Joc. At your Devotions ! Heav'n succeed your wishes ; And bring th' effect of these your pious pray'rs On you , and me , and all . Pr. Avert this Omen , Heav'n ! Oed. O fatal sound , Unfortunate Jocasta ! VVhat hast thou said ! an ill hour hast thou chosen For these fore-boding words ! why , we were cursing ! Joc. Then may that curse fall only where you laid it . Oed. Speak no more ! For all thou say'st is ominous : we were cursing ; And that dire imprecation hast thou fastn'd On Thebes , and thee and me , and all of us . Joc. Are then my blessings turn'd into a curse ? O Unkind Oedipus . My former Lord Thought me his blessing : be thou like my Lajus . Oed. what yet again ! the third time hast thou curs'd me ? This imprecation was for Lajus death , And thou hast wish'd me like him . Joc. Horrour seizes me ! Oed. why dost thou gaze upon me ? prithee love Take off thy eye ; it burdens me too much . Joc. The more I look , the more I find of Lajus : His speech , his garb , his action ; nay his frown ; ( For I have seen it ; ) but ne're bent on me . Oed. Are we so like ? Joc. In all things but his love . Oed. I love thee more : so well I love , words cannot speak how well . No pious Son er'e lov'd his Mother more Than I my dear Jocasta . Joc. I love you too The self same way : and when you chid , me thought A Mothers love start up in your defence , And bade me not beangry : be not you : For I love Lajus still as wives shou'd love : But you more tenderly ; as part of me : And when I have you in my arms , methinks I lull my child asleep . Oed. Then we are blest : And all these curses sweep along the skyes Like empty clowds ; but drop not on our heads . Joc. I have not joy'd an hour since you departed , For publick Miseries , and for private fears ; But this blest meeting has or'e-pay'd 'em all . Good fortune that comes seldom comes more welcome . All I can wish for now , is your consent To make my Brother happy . Oed. How , Jocasta ? Joc. By marriage with his Neece , Eurydice ! Oed. Uncle and Neece ! they are too near , my Love ; 'T is too like Incest : 't is offence to Kind : Had I not promis'd , were there no Adrastus , No choice but Creon left her of Mankind , They shou'd not marry ; speak no more of it ; The thought disturbs me . Joc. Heav'n can never bless A Vow so broken , which I made to Creon ; Remember he 's my Brother . Oed. That 's the Bar : And she thy Daughter : Nature wou'd abhor To be forc'd back again upon her self , And like a whirle-pool swallow her own streams . Joc. Be not displeas'd ; I 'll move the Suit no more . Oed. No , do not ; for , I know not why , it shakes me When I but think on Incest ; move we forward To thank the Gods for my success , and pray To wash the guilt of Royal Blood away . [ Exeunt Omnes .
ACT. II. SCENE I. An open Gallery . A Royal Bed-Chamber being suppos'd behind . The Time , Night . Thunder , &c. Haemon , Alcander , Pyracmon . Haem . SURE 't is the end of all things ! Fate has torn The Lock of Time off , and his head is now The gastly Ball of round Eternity ! Call you these Peals of Thunder , but the yawn Of bellowing Clouds ? By Jove , they seem to me The World's last groans ; and those vast sheets of Flame Are its last Blaze ! The Tapers of the Gods , The Sun and Moon , run down like waxen-Globes ; The shooting Stars end all in purple Gellies , And Chaos is at hand . Pyr. 'T is Midnight , yet there 's not a Theban sleeps , But such as ne're must wake . All crow'd about The Palace , and implore , as from a God , Help of the King ; who , from the Battlement , By the red Lightning's glare , descry'd afar , Atones the angry Powers . Thunder , &c. Haem . Ha! Pyracmon , look ; Behold , Alcander , from yon' West of Heav'n , The perfect Figures of a Man and Woman : A Scepter bright with Gems in each right hand , Their flowing Robes of dazling Purple made , Distinctly yonder in that point they stand , Just West ; a bloody red stains all the place : And see , their Faces are quite-hid in Clouds . Pyr. Clusters of Golden Stars hang o're their heads , And seem so crouded , that they burst upon 'em : All dart at once their baleful influence , In leaking Fire . Alc. Long-bearded Comets stick , Like flaming Porcupines , to their left sides , As they would shoot their Quills into their hearts . Haem . But see the King , and Queen , and all the Court ! Did ever Day or Night shew ought like this ? [ Thunders again . The Scene draws , and discovers the Prodigies . Enter Oedipus , Jocasta , Euridice , Adrastus , all coming forward with amazement . Oed. Answer , you Pow'rs Divine ; spare all this noise , This rack of Heav'n , and speak your fatal pleasure . Why breaks yon dark and dusky Orb away ? Why from the bleeding Womb of monstrous Night , Burst forth such Miriads of abortive Stars ? Ha! my Jocasta , look ! the Silver Moon ! A setling Crimson stains her beauteous Face ! She 's all o're Blood ! and look , behold again , What mean the mistick-Heavens , she journeys on ? A vast Eclipse darkens the labouring Planet : Sound there , sound all our Instruments of War ; Clarions and Trumpets , Silver , Brass , and Iron , And beat a thousand Drums to help her Labour . Adr. 'T is vain ; you see the Prodigies continue ; Let 's gaze no more , the Gods are humorous . Oed. Forbear , rash man. Once more I ask your pleasure If that the glow-worm-light of Humane Reason Might dare to offer at Immortal knowledge , And cope with Gods , why all this storm of Nature ? Why do the Rocks split , and why rouls the Sea ? Why these Portents in Heav'n , and Plagues on Earth ? VVhy yon' Gygantick Forms , Ethereal Monsters ? Alas ! is all this but to fright the Dwarfs Which your own hands have made ? Then be it so . Or if the Fates resolve some Expiation For murder'd Lajus ; Hear me , hear me , Gods ! Hear me thus prostrate : Spare this groaning Land , Save innocent Thebes , stop the Tyrant Death ; Do this , and lo I stand up an Oblation To meet your swiftest and severest anger , Shoot all at once , and strike me to the Center . The Cloud draws that veil'd the he ads of the Figures in the Skie , and shews 'em Crown'd , with the names of Oedipus and Jocasta written above in great Characters of Gold. Adr. Either I dream , and all my cooler senses Are vanish'd with that Cloud that fleets away ; Or just above those two Majestick heads , I see , I read distinctly in large gold , Oedipus and Jocasta . Alc. I read the same . Adr. 'T is wonderful ; yet ought not man to wade Too far in the vast deep of Destiny . [ Thunder ; and the Prodigies vanish . Joc. My Lord , my Oedipus , why gaze you now , When the whole Heav'n is clear , as if the Gods Had some new Monsters made ? will you not turn , And bless your People ; who devour each word You breathe . Oed. It shall be so . Yes , I will dye , O Thebes , to save thee ! Draw from my heart my blood , with more content Than e're I wore thy Crown . Yet , O , Jocasta ! By all the indearments of miraculous love , By all our languishings , our fears in pl●●sure , Which oft have made us wonder ; here I swear On thy fair hand , upon thy breast I swear , I cannot call to mind , from budding Childhood To blooming youth , a Crime by me committed , For which the awful Gods should doom my death . Joc. 'T is not you , my Lord , But he who murder'd Lajus , frees the Land : Were you , which is impossible , the man , Perhaps my Ponyard first should drink your blood ; But you are innocent , as your Jocasta , From Crimes like those . This made me violent To save your life , which you unjust would lose : Nor can you comprehend , with deepest thought , The horrid Agony you cast me in , When you resolv'd to dye . Oed. Is 't possible ? Joc. Alas ! why start you so ? Her stiff'ning grief , Who saw her Children slaughter'd all at once , Was dull to mine : Methinks I should have made My bosom bare against the armed God , To save my Oedipus ! Oed. I pray , no more . Joc. Yo 've silenc'd me , my Lord. Oed. Pardon me , dear Jocasta ; Pardon a heart that sinks with sufferings , And can but vent it self in sobs and murmurs : Yet to restore my peace , I 'll find him out . Yes , yes , you Gods ! you shall have ample vengeance On Lajus murderer . O , the Traytor 's name ! I 'll know 't , I will ; Art shall be Conjur'd for it , And Nature all unravel'd . Joc. Sacred Sir , Oed. Rage will have way , and 't is but just ; I 'll fetch him , Tho' lodg'd in Air , upon a Dragon's wing , Tho' Rocks should hide him : nay , he shall be dragg'd From Hell , if Charms can hurry him along : His Ghost shall be , by sage Tiresias pow'r , ( Tiresias , that rules all beneath the Moon ) Confin'd to flesh , to suffer death once more ; And then be plung'd in his first fires again . Enter Creon . Cre. My Lord , Tiresias attends your pleasure . Oed. Haste , and bring him in . O , my Jocasta , Euridice , Adrastus , Creon , and all ye Thebans , now the end Of Plagues , of Madness , Murders , Prodigies , Draws on : This Battel of the Heav'ns and Earth Shall by his wisdom be reduc'd to peace . Enter Tiresias , leaning on a staff , led by his Daughter Manto , follow'd by other Thebans . O thou , whose most aspiring mind Know'st all the business of the Courts above , Open'st the Closets of the Gods , and dares To mix with Jove himself and Fate at Council ; O Prophet , answer me , declare aloud The Traytor who conspir'd the death of Lajus : Or be they more , who from malignant Stars Have drawn this Plague that blasts unhappy Thebes . Tir. We must no more than Fate commissions us To tell ; yet something , and of moment , I 'll unfold , If that the God would wake ; I feel him now , Like a strong Spirit Charm'd into a Tree , That leaps , and moves the Wood without a Wind : The rouz'd God , as all this while he lay Intomb'd alive , starts and dilates himself ; He struggles , and he tears my aged Trunk With holy Fury , my old Arteries burst , My rivel'd skin , Like Parchment , crackles at the hallow'd fire ; I shall be young again : Manto , my Daughter , Thou hast a voice that might have sav'd the Bard Of Thrace , and fore'd the raging Bacchanals , With lifted Prongs , to listen to thy airs : O Charm this God , this Fury in my bosom , Lull him with tuneful notes , and artful strings , With pow'rful strains ; Manto , my lovely Child , Sooth the unruly God-head to be mild .
SONG to Apollo . Phoebus , God belov'd by men ; At thy dawn , every Beast is rouz'd in his Den ; At thy setting , all the Birds of thy absence complain , And we dye , all dye till the morning comes again , Phoebus , God belov'd by men ! Idol of the Eastern Kings , Awful as the God who flings His Thunder round , and the Lightning wings ; God of Songs , and Orphean strings , Who to this mortal bosom brings , All harmonious heav'nly things ! Thy drouzie Prophet to revive , Ten thousand thousand forms before him drive ; With Chariots and Horses all o' fire awake him , Convulsions , and Furies , and Prophesies shake him : Let him tell it in groans , tho' he bend with the load , Tho' he burst with the weight of the terrible God.
Tir. The wretch , who shed the blood of old Labdacides , Lives , and is great ; But cruel greatness ne're was long : The first of Lajus blood his life did seize , And urg'd his Fate , Which else had lasting been and strong . The wretch , who Lajus kill'd , must bleed or fly ; Or Thebes , consum'd with Plagues , in ruines lye . Oed. The first of Lajus blood pronounce the person ; May the God roar from thy prophetick mouth , That even the dead may start up , to behold : Name him , I say , that most accursed wretch , For by the Stars he dies : Speak , I command thee ; By Phoebus , speak ; for sudden death 's his doom : Here shall he fall , bleed on this very spot ; His name , I charge the once more , speak . Tir. 'T is lost , Like what we think can never shun remembrance ; Yet of a sudden's gone beyond the Clouds . Oed. Fetch it from thence ; I 'll have 't , where e're it be Cre. Let me intreat you , sacred Sir , be calm , And Creon shall point out the great Offendor . 'T is true , respect of Nature might injoin Me silence , at another time ; but , oh , Much more the pow'r of my eternal Love ! That , that should strike me dumb : yet Thebes , my Country I 'll break through all , to succour thee , poor City ! O , I must speak . Oed. Speak then , if ought thou know'st : As much thou seem'st to know , delay no longer . Cre. O Beauty ! O illustrious Royal Maid ! To whom my Vows were ever paid till now , And with such modest , chaste , and pure affection , The coldest Nymph might read 'em without blushing ; Art thou the Murdress then of wretched Lajus ? And I , must I accuse thee ! O my tears ! Why will you fall in so abhorr'd a Cause ? But that thy beauteous , barbarous , hand destroy'd Thy Father ( O monstrous act ! ) both Gods And men at once take notice . Oed. Euridice ! Eur. Traytor , go on ; I scorn thy little malice , And knowing more my perfect innocence , Than Gods and men , then how much more than thee , Who art their opposite , and form'd a Lyar , I thus disdain thee ! Thou once didst talk of Love ; Because I hate thy love , Thou dost accuse me . Adr. Villain , inglorious Villain , And Traytor , double damn'd , who dur'st blaspheme The spotless virtue of the brightest beauty ; Thou dy'st : nor shall the sacred Majesty , That guards this place , preserve thee from my rage . [ Draws and wounds him . Oed. Disarm 'em both : Prince , I shall make you know That I can tame you twice . Guards , seize him . Adr. Sir , I must acknowledge in another Cause Repentance might abash me ; but I glory In this , and smile to see the Traytor 's blood . Oed. Creon , you shall be satisfy'd at full . Cre. My hurt is nothing , Sir ; but I appeal To wise Tiresias , if my accusation Be not most true . The first of Lajus blood Gave him his death . Is there a Prince before her ? Then she is faultless , and I ask her pardon . And may this blood ne're cease to drop , O Thebes , If pity of thy sufferings did not move me To shew the Cure which Heav'n it self prescrib'd . Eur. Yes , Thebans , I will dye to save your lives , More willingly than you can wish my fate ; But let this good , this wife , this holy man , Pronounce my Sentence : for to fall by him , By the vile breath of that prodigious Villain , Would sink my Soul , tho I should dye a Martyr . Adr. Unhand me , slaves . O mightiest of Kings , See at your feet a Prince not us'd to kneel ; Touch not Euridice , by all the Gods , As you would save your Thebes , but take my life : For , should she perish , Heav'n would heap plagues on plagues , Rain Sulphur down , hurl kindled bolts Upon your guilty heads . Cre. You turn to gallantry , what is but justice : Proof will be easie made . Adrastus was The Robber who bereft th' unhappy King Of life ; because he flatly had deny'd To make so poor a Prince his Son-in-law : Therefore 't were fit that both should perish . 1 Theb. Both , let both dye . All Theb. Both , both ; let 'em dye . Oed. Hence , you wild herd ! For your Ring-leader here , He shall be made Example . Haemon , take him . 1 Theb. Mercy , O mercy . Oed. Mutiny in my presence ! Hence , let me see that busie face no more . Tir. Thebans , what madness makes you drunk with rage ? Enough of guilty death 's already acted : Fierce Creon has accus'd Euridice , With Prince Adrastus ; which the God reproves By inward checks , and leaves their Fates in doubt . Oed. Therefore instruct us what remains to do , Or suffer ; for I feel a sleep like death Upon me , and I sigh to be at rest . Tir. Since that the pow'rs divine refuse to clear The mystic deed , I 'll to the Grove of Furies ; There I can force th' Infernal Gods to shew Their horrid Forms ; Each trembling Ghost shall rise , And leave their grizly King without a waiter : For Prince Adrastus and Euridice , My life 's engag'd , I 'll guard 'em in the Fane , Till the dark mysteries of Hell are done . Follow me , Princes ; Thebans , all to rest . O , Oedipus , to morrow but no more . If that thy wakeful Genius will permit , Indulge thy brain this night with softer slumbers : To morrow , O to morrow ! sleep , my Son ; And in prophetick dreams thy Fate be shown . [ Ex. Tires . Adrast. Eurid . Manto , Thebans . Manent Oed. Joc. Creon , Pyrac . Haem . Alcan . Oed. To bed , my Fair , my Dear , my best Jocasta . After the toils of war , 't is wondrous strange Our loves should thus be dash'd . One moment's thought , And I 'll approach the arms of my belov'd . Joc. Consume whole years in care , so now and then I may have leave to feed my famish'd eyes With one short passing glance , and sigh my vows : This , and no more , my Lord , is all the passion Of languishing Jocasta . [ Exit . Oed. Thou softest , sweetest of the World ! good night . Nay , she is beauteous too ; yet , mighty Love ! I never offer'd to obey thy Laws , But an unusual chillness came upon me ; An unknown hand still check'd my forward joy , Dash'd me with blushes , tho' no light was near : That ev'n the Act became a violation . Pyr. He 's strangely thoughtful . Oed. Hark! who was that ? Ha! Creon , did'st thou call me ? Cre. Not I , my gracious Lord , nor any here . Oed. That 's strange ! methought I heard a doleful voice Cry'd Oedipus . The Prophet bad me sleep ; He talk'd of Dreams , and Visions , and to morrow ! I 'll muse no more on 't , come what will or can , My thoughts are clearer than unclouded Stars ; And with those thoughts I 'll rest : Creon , good night . [ Ex. with Haemon . Cre. Sleep seal your eyes , Sir , Eternal sleep . But if he must sleep and wake again , O all Tormenting Dreams , wild horrours of the night , And Hags of Fancy wing him through the air : From precipices hurl him headlong down ; Charybdis roar , and death be set before him . Alc. Your Curses have already ta'ne effect ; For he looks very sad . Cre. May he be rooted , where he stands , for ever ; His eye-balls never move , brows be unbent , His blood , his Entrails , Liver , heart and bowels , Be blacker than the place I wish him , Hell. Pyr. No more : you tear your self , but vex not him . Methinks 't were brave this night to force the Temple , While blind Tiresias conjures up the Fiends , And pass the time with nice Eurydice . Alc. Try promises , and threats , and if all fail , Since Hell 's broke loose , why should not you be mad ? Ravish , and leave her dead , with her Adrastus . Cre. Were the Globe mine , I 'd give a Province hourly For such another thought . Lust , and revenge ! To stab at once the only man I hate , And to enjoy the woman whom I love ! I ask no more of my auspicious Stars , The rest as Fortune please ; so but this night She play me fair , why , let her turn for ever . Enter Haemon . Haem . My Lord , the troubled King is gone to rest ; Yet , e're he slept , commanded me to clear The Antichambers : none must dare be near him Cre. Haemon , you do your duty ; And we obey . The night grows yet more dreadful ! 'T is just that all retire to their devotions ; The Gods are angry : but to morrow's dawn , If Prophets do not lye , will make all clear . [ Thunder . [ As they go off . Oedipus Enters , walking asleep in his shirt , with a Dagger in his right hand , and a Taper in his left . Oed. O , my Jocasta ! 't is for this the wet Starv'd Soldier lies all night on the cold ground ; For this he bears the storms Of Winter Camps , and freezes in his Arms : To be thus circled , to be thus embrac'd ; That I could hold thee ever ! Ha! where art thou ? What means this melancholly light , that seems The gloom of glowing embers ? The Curtain 's drawn ; and see , she 's here again ! Jocasta ? Ha! what , fall'n asleep so soon ? How fares my love ? this Taper will inform me . Ha! Lightning blast me , Thunder Rivet me ever to Prometheus Rock , And Vultures gnaw out my Incestuous heart , By all the Gods ! my Mother Merope ! My Sword , a Dagger ; Ha , who waits there ? slaves , My Sword : what , Haemon , dar'st thou , Villain , stop me ? With thy own Ponyard perish . Ha! who 's this ? Or is 't a change of Death ? By all my Honors , New murder ; thou hast slain old Polybus : Incest and parricide , thy Father 's murder'd ! Out thou infernal flame : now all is dark , All blind and dismal , most triumphant mischief ! And now while thus I stalk about the room , I challenge Fate to find another wretch Like Oedipus ! [ Thunder , &c. Enter Jocasta attended , with Lights , in a Night-gown . Oed. Night , Horrour , Death , Confusion , Hell , and Furies ! Where am I ? O , Jocasta , let me hold thee , Thus to my bosom , ages ; let me grasp thee : All that the hardest temper'd weather'd flesh , With fiercest humane Spirit inspir'd , can dare Or do , I dare ; but , oh you Pow'rs , this was By infinite degrees too much for man. Methinks my deafn'd ears Are burst ; my eyes , as if they had been knock'd By some tempestuous hand , shoot flashing fire : That sleep should do this ! Joc. Then my fears were true . Methought I heard your voice , and yet I doubted , Now roaring like the Ocean , when the winds Fight with the waves ; now , in a still small tone Your dying accents fell , as racking ships , After the dreadful yell , sink murmuring down , And bubble up a noise . Oed. Trust me , thou Fairest , best of all thy Kind , None e're in Dreams was tortur'd so before , Yet what most shocks the niceness of my temper , Ev'n far beyond the killing of my Father , And my own death , is , that this horrid sleep Dash'd my sick fancy with an act of Incest : I dreamt , Jocasta , that thou wert my Mother ; Which , tho' impossible , so damps my Spirits , That I cou'd do a mischief on my self , Lest I should sleep and Dream the like again . Joc. O , Oedipus , too well I understand you ! I know the wrath of Heav'n , the care of Thebes , The cries of its Inhabitants , war's toils , And thousand other labours of the State , Are all referr'd to you , and ought to take you For ever from Jocasta . Oed. Life of my life , and treasure of my Soul , Heav'n knows I love thee . Joc. O , you think me vile , And of an inclination so ignoble , That I must hide me from your eyes for ever . Be witness , Gods , and strike Jocasta dead , If an immodest thought , or low desire Inflam'd my breast , since first our Loves were lighted . Oed. O rise , and add not , by thy cruel kindness , A grief more sensible than all my torments . Thou think'st my dreams are forg'd ; but by thy self , The greatest Oath , I swear , they are most true : But , be they what they will , I here dismiss 'em ; Begon , Chimeras , to your Mother Clouds , Is there a fault in us ? Have we not search'd The womb of Heav'n , examin'd all the Entrails Of Birds and Beasts , and tir'd the Prophets Art. Yet what avails ? he , and the Gods together , Seem like Physicians at a lossto help us : Therefore , like wretches that have linger'd long , Wee 'll snatch the strongest Cordial of our love ; To bed , my Fair. Ghost within . Oedipus ! Oed. Ha! who calls ? Did'st thou not hear a voice ? Joc. Alas ! I did . Ghost . Jocasta ! Joc. O my love , my Lord , support me ! Oed. Call louder , till you burst your aiery Forms : Rest on my hand . Thus , arm d with innocence , I 'll face these babling Daemons of the air . In spight of Ghosts , I 'll on , Tho' round my Bed the Furies plant their Charms ; I 'll break 'em , with Jocasta in my arms : Clasp'd in the folds of love , I 'll wait my doom ; And act my joys , tho' Thunder shake the room . [ Exeunt .
ACT III. SCENE I. A dark Grove . Enter Creon . Cre. 'T IS better not to be , than to be unhappy . Dio. What mean you by these words ? Cre. 'T is better not to be , than to be Creon . A thinking soul is punishment enough ; But when 't is great , like mine , and wretched too , Then every thought draws blood . Dio. You are not wretched . Cre. I am : my soul 's ill married to my body . I wou'd be young , be handsom , be belov'd : Cou'd I but but breath my self into Adrastus Dio. You rave ; call home your thoughts . Cre. I prithee let my soul take air awhile ; Were she in Oedipus , I were a King ; Then I had kill'd a Monster , gain'd a Battel ; And had my Rival pris'ner ; brave , brave actions Why have not I done these ? Dio. Your fortune hinder'd . Cre. There 's it : I have a soul to do 'em all : But fortune will have nothing done that 's great , But by young handsome fools : Body and brawn Do all her work : Hercules was a fool , And straight grew famous : a mad boistrous fool , Nay worse , a Womans fool . Fool is the stuff , of which Heav'n makes a Hero. Dio. A Serpent ne're becomes a flying Dragon , Till he has eat a Serpent . Cre. Goes it there ! I understand thee ; I must kill Adrastus . Dio. Or not enjoy your Mistress : Eurydice and he are pris'ners here , But will not long be so : this tell-tale Ghost Perhaps will clear 'em both . Cre. Well : 't is resolv'd . Dio. The Princess walks this way ; You must not meet her , Till this be done . Cre. I must . Dio. She hates your sight : And more since you accus'd her . Cre. Urge it not . I cannot stay to tell thee my design ; For she 's too near . Enter Eurydice . How , Madam , were your thoughts employ'd ! Eur. On death , and thee . Cre. Then were they not well sorted : life and me Had been the better match . Eur. No , I was thinking On two the most detested things in Nature : And they are death and thee , Cre. The thought of death to one near death is dreadsul : O 't is a fearful thing to be no more . Or if to be , to wander after death ; To walk as spirits do , in Brakes all day ; And when the darkness comes , to glide in paths That lead to Graves : and in the silent Vault , Where lyes your own pale shrowd , to hover o're it , Striving to enter your forbidden Corps ; And often , often , vainly breathe your Ghost Into your lifeless lips : Then , like a lone benighted Travellour Shut out from lodging , shall your groans be answer'd By whistling winds , whose every blast will shake Your tender Form to Attoms . Eur. Must I be this thin Being ? and thus wander ! No quiet after death ! Cre. None : you must leave This beauteous body ; all this youth and freshness Must be no more the object of desire , But a cold lump of Clay ; Which then your discontented Ghost will leave , And loath it 's former lodging . This is the best of what comes after death , Ev'n to the best . Eur. What then shall be thy lot ! Eternal torments , baths of boiling sulphur : Vicissitudes of fires , and then of frosts ; And an old Guardian Fiend , ugly as thou art , To hollow in thy ears at every lash ; This for Eurydice ; these for her Adrastus . Cre. For her Adrastus ! Eur. Yes ; for her Adrastus : For death shall ne're divide us : death , what 's death ! Dio. You seem'd to fear it . Eur. But I more fear Creon : To take that hunch-back'd Monster in my arms . Th'excrescence of a man. Dio. to Cre. See what you 've gain'd . Eur. Death only can be dreadful to the bad : To innocence , 't is like a bug-bear dress'd To fright'n Children ; pull but off his Masque And he 'll appear a friend . Cre. You talk too slightly Of death and hell . Let me inform you better . Eur. You best can tell the news of your own Country . Dio. Nay now you are too sharp . Eur. Can I be so to one who has accus'd me Of murder and of parricide ? Cre. You provok'd me : And yet I only did thus far accuse you , As next of blood to Lajus : be advis'd , And you may live . Eur. The means . Cre. 'T is offer'd you . The Fool Adrastus has accus'd himself . Eur. He has indeed , to take the guilt from me . Cre. He says he loves you ; if he does , 't is well : He ne're cou'd prove it in a better time . Eur. Then death must be his recompence for love ! Cre. 'T is a Fools just reward : The wise can make a better use of life : But 't is the young mans pleasure ; his ambition : I grudge him not that favour . Eur. When he 's dead , Where shall I find his equal ! Cre. Every-where . Fine empty things , like him , The Court swarms with ' em . Fine fighting things ; in Camps they are so common , Crows feed on nothing else : plenty of Fools ; A glut of 'em in Thebes . And fortune still takes care they shou'd be seen : She places 'em aloft , o' th' topmost Spoke Of all her Wheel : Fools are the daily work Of Nature ; her vocation : if she form A man , she looses by 't , 't is too expensive ; ' Twou'd make ten Fools : A man 's a Prodigy . Eur. That is a Creon : O thou black detractor , Who spitt'st thy venom against Gods and man ! Thou enemy of eyes : Thou who lov'st nothing but what nothing loves , And that 's thy self : who hast conspir'd against My life and fame , to make me loath'd by all ; And only fit for thee . But for Adrastus death , good Gods , his death ! What Curse shall I invent ? Dio. No more : he 's here . Eur. He shall be ever here . He who wou'd give his life ; give up his fame . Enter Adrastus . If all the Excellence of woman-kind Were mine ; No , 't is too little all for him : Were I made up of endless , endless joyes . Adr. And so thou art : The man who loves like me , Wou'd think ev'n Infamy , the worst of ills , Were cheaply purchast , were thy love the price : Uncrown'd , a Captive , nothing left , but Honour ; 'T is the last thing a Prince shou'd throw away ; But when the storm grows loud , and threatens love , Throw ev'n that over-board , for Love's the Jewel ; And last it must be kept . Cre. to Dio. Work him besure To rage , he 's passionate ; Make him th' Aggressor . Dio. O false love ; false honour . Cre. Dissembled both , and false ! Adr. Dar'st thou say this to me ? Cre. To you ; why what are you , that I should fear you ? I am not Lajus : Hear me , Prince of Argos , You give what 's nothing , when you give your honour ; 'T is gone ; 't is lost in battel . For your love , Vows made in wine are not so false as that : You kill'd her Father ; you confess'd you did : A mighty argument to prove your passion to the Daughter . Adrast. aside . Gods , must I bear this brand , and not retort The lye to his foul throat ! Dio. Basely you kill'd him . Adr. aside . O , I burn inward : my blood 's all o'fire . Alcides , when the poison'd shirt sate closest , Had but an Ague fit to this my Feaver . Yet , for Eurydice , ev'n this I 'll suffer , To free my love . Well then , I kill'd him basely . Cre. Fairly , I 'm sure , you cou'd not . Dio. Nor alone . Cre. You had your fellow-Thieves about you , Prince ; They conquer'd , and you kill'd . Adr. aside . Down swelling heart ! 'T is for thy Princess all . O my Eurydice ! [ To her . Euryd. to him . Reproach not thus the weakness of my Sex , As if I cou'd not bear a shameful death , Rather than see you burden'd with a Crime Of which I know you free . Cre. You do ill , Madam , To let your head-long Love triumph o're Nature : Dare you defend your Fathers Murderer ? Eur. You know he kill'd him not . Cre. Let him say so . Dio. See he stands mute . Cre. O pow'r of Conscience , ev'n in wicked men ! It works , it stings , it will not let him utter One syllable , one no to clear himself From the most base , detested , horrid act That e're cou'd stain a Villain , not a Prince . Adr. Ha! Villain . Dio. Eccho to him Groves : cry Villain . Adr. Let me consider ! did I murther Lajus , Thus like a Villain ? Cre. Best revoke your words ; And say you kill'd him not . Adr. Not like a Villain ; prithee change me that For any other Lye. Dio. No , Villain , Villain . Cre. You kill'd him not ! proclaim your innocence , Accuse the Princess : So I knew 't wou'd be . Adr. I thank thee , thou instruct'st me : No matter how I kill'd him . Cre. aside . Cool'd again . Eur. Thou , who usurp'st the sacred name of Conscience , Did not thy own declare him innocent ; To me declare him so ? The King shall know it . Cre. You will not be believ'd , for I 'll forswear it . Eur. What 's now thy Conscience ? Cre. 'T is my Slave , my Drudge , my supple Glove , My upper Garment , to put on , throw off , As I think best : 'T is my obedient conscience . Adr. Infamous wretch ! Cre. My Conscience shall not do me the ill office To save a Rivals life ; when thou art dead , ( As dead thou shalt be , or be yet more base Than thou think'st me , By forfeiting her life , to save thy own . ) Know this , and let it grate thy very Soul , She shall be mine : ( she is , if Vows were binding ; ) Mark me , the fruit of all thy faith and passion , Ev'n of thy foolish death , shall all be mine . Adr. Thine , say'st thou , Monster ; Shall my love be thine ? O , I can bear no more ! Thy cunning Engines , have with labour rais'd My heavy anger , like a mighty weight , To fall and pash thee dead . See here thy Nuptials ; see , thou rash Ixion , Thy promis'd Juno vanish'd in a Cloud ; And in her room avenging Thunder rowls To blast thee thus . Come both , [ Draws . [ Both Draw. Cre. 'T is what I wish'd ! Now see whose Arm can lanch the surer bolt , And who 's the better Jove . [ Fight . Eur. Help ; Murther , help ! Enter Haemon and Guards , run betwixt them and beat down their Swords . Haem . hold ; hold your impious hands : I think the Furies , To whom this Grove is hallow'd , have inspir'd you : Now , by my soul , the holiest earth of Thebes You have profan'd with war. Nor Tree , nor Plant Grows here , but what is fed with Magick Juice , All full of humane Souls ; that cleave their barks To dance at Midnight by the Moons pale beams : At least two hundred years these reverened Shades Have known no blood , but of black Sheep and Oxen , Shed by the Priests own hand to Proserpine . Adr. Forgive a Strangers ignorance : I knew not The honours of the place . Haem . Thou , Creon , didst . Not Oedipus , were all his Foes here lodg'd , Durst violate the Religion of these Groves , To touch one single hair : but must , unarm'd , Parle as in Truce , or surlily avoid What most he long'd to kill . Cre. I drew not first ; But in my own defence . Adr. I was provok'd , Beyond Man's patience : all reproach cou'd urge Was us'd to kindle one not apt to bear . Haem . 'T is Oedipus , not I , must judge this Act : Lord Creon , you and Diocles retire : Tiresias , and the Brother-hood of Priests , Approach the place : None at these Rites assist , But you th' accus'd , who by the mouth of Lajus Must be absolv'd or doom'd . Adr. I bear my fortune . Eur. And I provoke my tryal . Haem . 'T is at hand . For see the Prophet comes with Vervin crown'd , The Priests with Yeugh , a venerable band ; We leave you to the Gods. [ Ex. Haemon with Creon and Diocles. Enter Tiresias , led by Manto : The Priests follow ; all cloathed in long black Habits . Tir. Approach , ye Lovers ; I'll-fated Pair ! whom , seeing not , I know : This day your kindly Stars in Heav'n were join'd : When lo , an envious Planet interpos'd , And threaten'd both with death : I fear , I fear . Eur. Is there no God so much a friend to love , Who can controle the malice of our fate ? Are they all deaf ? or have the Gyants Heav'n ? Tir. The Gods are just . But how can Finite measure Infinite ? Reason ! alas , it does not know it self ! Yet Man , vain Man , wou'd with this short-lin'd Plummet , Fathom the vast Abysse of Heav'nly justice . What ever is , is in it's causes just ; Since all things are by Fate . But pur-blind Man Sees but a part o' th' Chain ; the nearest links ; His eyes not carrying to that equal Beam That poizes all above . Eur. Then we must dye ! Tir. The danger 's imminent this day . Adr. Why then there 's one day less for humane ills : And who wou'd moan himself , for suffering that , Which in a day must pass ? something , or nothing I shall be what I was again , before I was Adrastus ; Penurious Heav'n canst thou not add a night To our one day ; give me a night with her , And I 'll give all the rest . Tir. She broke her vow First made to Creon : but the time calls on : And Lajus death must now be made more plain . How loth I am to have recourse to Rites So full of horrour , that I once rejoice I want the use of Sight . 1 Pr. The Ceremonies stay . Tir. Chuse the darkest part o' th' Grove , Such as Ghosts at noon-day love . Dig a Trench , and dig it nigh Where the bones of Lajus lye . Altars rais'd of Turf or Stone , Will th' Infernal Pow'rs have none . Answer me , if this be done ? All Pr. 'T is done . Tir. Is the Sacrifice made fit ? Draw her backward to the pit : Draw the barren Heyfer back ; Barren let her be and black . Cut the curled hair that grows Full betwixt her horns and brows : And turn your faces from the Sun : Answer me , if this be done ? All Pr. 'T is done . Tir. Pour in blood , and blood like wine , To Mother Earth and Proserpine : Mingle Milk into the stream ; Feast the Ghosts that love the steam ; Snatch a brand from funeral pile ; Toss it in to make 'em boil ; And turn your faces from the Sun ; Answer me , if all be done ? All Pr. All is done . [ Peal of Thunder ; and flashes of Lightning ; then groaning below the Stage . Manto . O , what Laments are those ? Tir. The groans of Ghosts , that cleave the Earth with pain : And heave it up : they pant and stick half way . [ The Stage wholly darkn'd . Man. And now a sudden darkness covers all , True genuine Night : Night added to the Groves ; The Fogs are blown full in the face of Heav'n . Tir. Am I but half obey'd : Infernal Gods , Must you have Musick too ? then tune your voices , And let 'em have such sounds as Hell ne're heard Since Orpheus brib'd the Shades . Musick first . Then Sing . This to be set through . 1. Hear , ye sullen Pow'rs below : Hear , ye taskers of the dead . 2. You that boiling Cauldrons blow , You that scum the molten Lead . 3. You that pinch with Red-hot Tongs ; 1. You that drive the trembling hosts Of poor , poor Ghosts , With your Sharpen'd Prongs ; 2. You that thrust 'em off the Brim . 3. You that plange 'em when they Swim : 1. Till they drown ; Till they go On a row Down , down , down Ten thousand thousand , thousand fadoms low . Chorus . Till they drown , &c. 1. Musick for a while Shall your cares beguile : Wondring how your pains were eas'd . 2. And disdaining to be pleas'd ; 3. Till Alecto free the dead From their eternal bands ; Till the snakes drop from her head , And whip from out her hands . 1. Come away Do not stay , But obey While we play , For Hell 's broke up , and Ghosts have holy-day . Chorus . Come away , &c. [ A flash of Lightning : the Stage is made bright ; and the Ghosts are seen passing betwixt the Trees . 1 Lajus ! 2 Lajus ! 3 Lajus ! 1 Hear ! 2 Hear ! 3 Hear ! Tir. Hear and appear : By the Fates that spun thy thread ; Cho. Which are three , Tir. By the Furies fierce , and dread ! Cho. Which are three , Tir. By the Judges of the dead ! Cho. Which are three , Three times three ! Tir. By Hells blew flame : By the Stygian Lake : And by Demogorgon's name , At which Ghosts quake , Hear and appear . [ The Ghost of Lajus rises arm'd in his Chariot , as he was slain . And behind his Chariot , sit the three who were Murder'd with him . Ghost of Lajus . Why hast thou drawn me from my pains below , To suffer worse above : to see the day , And Thebes more hated ? Hell is Heav'n to Thebes . For pity send me back , where I may hide , In willing night , this Ignominious head : In Hell I shun the publick scorn and then They hunt me for their sport , and hoot me as I fly : Behold ev'n now they grin at my gor'd side , And chatter at my wounds . Tir. I pity thee : Tell but why Thebes is for thy death accurst , And I 'll unbind the Charm. Ghost . O spare my shame . Tir. Are these two innocent ? Ghost . Of my death they are . But he who holds my Crown , Oh , must I speak ! Was doom'd to do what Nature most abhors . The Gods foresaw it ; and forbad his being , Before he yet was born . I broke their laws , And cloath'd with flesh his pre-existing soul , Some kinder pow'r , too weak for destiny , Took pity , and indu'd his new form'd Mass With Temperance , Justice , Prudence , Fortitude , And every Kingly vertue : but in vain . For Fate , that sent him hood-winckt to the world , Perform'd its work by his mistaking hands . Asks thou who murder'd me ? 't was Oedipus : Who stains my Bed with Incest ? Oedipus : For whom then are you curst , but Oedipus ! He comes ; the Parricide : I cannot bear him : My wounds ake at him : Oh his murd'rous breath Venoms my aiery substance ! hence with him , Banish him ; sweep him out ; the Plague he bears Will blast your fields , and mark his way with ruine . From Thebes , my Throne , my Bed , let him be driv'n ; Do you forbid him Earth , and I 'll forbid him Heavn . [ Ghost descends . Enter Oedipus , Creon , Haemon , &c. Oed. What 's this ! methought some pestilential blast Strook me just entring ; and some unseen hand Struggled to push me backward ! tell me why My hair stands bristling up , why my flesh trembles ! You stare at me ! then Hell has been among ye , And some lag Fiend yet lingers in the Grove . Tir. What Omen saw st thou entring ? Oed. A young Stork , That bore his aged Parent on his back ; Till weary with the weight , he shook him off , And peck'd out both his eyes . Adr. Oh , Oedipus ! Eur. Oh , wretched Oedipus ! Tir. O! Fatal King ! Oed. What mean these Exclamations on my name ? I thank the Gods , no secret thoughts reproach me : No : I dare challenge Heav'n to turn me outward , And shake my Soul quite empty in your sight . Then wonder not that I can bear unmov'd These fix'd regards , and silent threats of eyes : A generous fierceness dwells with innocence ; And conscious vertue is allow'd some pride . Tir. Thou know'st not what thou say'st . Oed. What mutters he ! tell me , Eurydice : Thou shak'st : thy souls a Woman . Speak , Adrastus ; And boldly as thou met'st my Arms in fight ; Dar'st thou not speak , why then 't is bad indeed : Tiresias , thee I summon by the Priesthood , Tell me what news from Hell : where Lajus points , And who 's the guilty head ! Tir. Let me not answer . Oed. Be dumb then , and betray thy native soil To farther Plagues . Tir. I dare not name him to thee . Oed. Dar'st thou converse with Hell , and canst thou fear An humane name ! Tir. Urge me no more to tell a thing , which known Wou'd make thee more unhappy : 't will be found Tho' I am silent . Oed. Old and obstinate ! Then thou thy self Art Author or Accomplice of this murther , And shun'st the Justice , which by publick ban Thou hast incurr'd . Tir. O , if the guilt were mine It were not half so great : know wretched man , Thou onely , thou art guilty ; thy own Curse Falls heavy on thy self . Oed. Speak this again : But speak it to the Winds when they are loudest : Or to the raging Seas , they 'll hear as soon , And sooner will believe . Tir. Then hear me Heav'n , For blushing thou hast seen it : hear me Earth , Whose hollow womb cou'd not contain this murder , But sent it back to light : and thou Hell , hear me , Whose own black Seal has ' firm'd this horrid truth , Oedipus murther'd Lajus . Oed. Rot the tongue , And blasted be the mouth that spoke that lye . Thou blind of sight , but thou more blind of soul. Tir. Thy Parents thought not so . Oed. Who were my Parents ? Tir. Thou shalt know too soon . Oed. Why seek I truth from thee ? The smiles of Courtiers , and the Harlots tears , The Tradesmans oaths , and mourning of an Heir , Are truths to what Priests tell . O why has Priest-hood priviledge to lye , And yet to be believ'd ! thy age protects thee Tir. Thou canst not kill me ; 't is not in thy Fate , As 't was to kill thy Father ; wed thy Mother ; And beget Sons , thy Brothers . Oed. Riddles , Riddles ! Tir. Thou art thy self a Riddle ; a perplext Obscure AEnigma , which when thou unty'st , Thou shalt be found and lost . Oed. Impossible ! Adrastus , speak , and as thou art a King , Whose Royal word is sacred , clear my fame . Adr. Wou'd I cou'd ! Oed. Ha , wilt thou not : can that Plebeian vice Of lying mount to Kings ! can they be tainted ! Then truth is lost on earth . Cre. The Cheats too gross : Adrastus is his Oracle , and he , The pious Juggler , but Adrastus Organ . Oed. 'T is plain , the Priest's suborn'd to free the Pris'ner . Cre. And turn the guilt on you . Oed. O , honest Creon , how hast thou been bely'd ? Eur. Hear me . Cre. She 's brib'd to save her Lover's life . Adr. If Oedipus thou think'st Cre. Hear him not speak . Adr. Then hear these holy men . Cre. Priests , Priests all brib'd , all Priests . Oed. Adrastus I have found thee : The malice of a vanquish'd man has seiz'd thee . Adr. If Envy and not Truth Oed. I 'll hear no more : away with him . [ Hoemon takes him off by force : Creon and Eurydice follow . To Tir. Why stand'st thou here , Impostor ! So old , and yet so wicked . lye for gain ; And gain so short as age can promise thee ! Tir. So short a time as I have yet to live Exceeds thy pointed hour ; Remember Lajus : No more ; if e're we meet again , 't will be In Mutual darkness ; we shall feel before us To reach each others hand ; Remember Lajus . [ Ex. Tiresias : Priests follow . Oedipus Solus . Rememember Lajus ! that 's the burden still : Murther , and Incest ! but to hear 'em nam'd My Soul starts in me : the good Sentinel Stands to her Weapons ; takes the first Alarm To Guard me from such Crimes . Did I kill Lajus ? Then I walk'd sleeping , in some frightful dream , My Soul then stole my Body out by night ; And brought me back to Bed e're Morning-wake . It cannot be ev'n this remotest way , But some dark hint would justle forward now ; And goad my memory . Oh my Jocasta ! Enter Jocasta . Joc. Why are you thus disturb'd ? Oed. Why , would'st thou think it ? No less than Murther ? Joc. Murder ! what of Murder ? Oed. Is Murder then no more ? add Parricide , And Incest ; bear not these a frightful sound ? Joc. Alas ! Oed. How poor a pity is Alas For two such Crimes ! was Lajus us'd to lye ? Joc. Oh no : the most sincere , plain , honest man. One who abhorr'd a lye . Oed. Then he has got that Quality in Hell. He charges me but why accuse I him ? I did not hear him speak it : they accuse me ; The Priest , Adrastus , and Eurydice , Of Murdering Lajus Tell me , while I think on 't , Has old Tiresias practis'd long this Trade ? Joc. What Trade ? Oed. Why , this foretelling Trade . Joc. For many years . Oed. Has he before this day accus'd me ? Joc. Never . Oed. Have you e're this inquir'd , who did this Murder ? Joc. Often ; but still in vain . Oed. Iam satisfy'd . Then 't is an infant-lye ; but one day old . The Oracle takes place before the Priest ; The blood of Lajus was to Murder Lajus : I 'm not of Lajus's blood . Joc. Ev'n Oracles Are always doubtful , and are often forg'd : Lajus had one , which never was fulfill'd , Nor ever can be now ! Oed. And what foretold it ? Joc. That he shou'd have a Son by me , fore-doom'd The Murderer of his Father : true indeed , A Son was born ; but , to prevent that Crime , The wretched Infant of a guilty Fate , Bor'd through his untry'd feet , and bound with cords , On a bleak Mountain , naked was expos'd : The King himself liv'd many , many years , And found a different Fate ; by Robbers Murder'd , Where three ways meet : yet these are Oracles ; And this the Faith we owe ' em . Oed. Sayst thou , Woman ? By Heav'n thou hast awakn'd somewhat in mo , That shakes my very Soul ! Joc. What , new disturbance ! Oed. Methought thou said'st , ( or do I dream thou said'st it ! ) This Murder was on Lajus person done , Where three ways meet ? Joc. So common Fame reports . Oed. Wou'd it had ly'd . Joc. Why , good my Lord ? Oed. No questions : 'T is busie time with me ; dispatch mine first ; Say where , where was it done ! Joc. Mean you the Murder ? Oed. Coud'st thou not answer without naming Murder ? Joc. They say in Phocide ; on the Verge that parts it From Daulia , and from Delphos . Oed. So ! How long ! when happen'd this ! Joc. Some little time before you came to Thebes , Oed. What will the Gods do with me ! Joc. What means that thought ? Oed. Something : but 't is not yet your turn to ask : How old was Lajus , what his shape , his stature , His action , and his meen ? quick , quick , your answer Joc. Big made he was , and tall : his port was fierce , Erect his countenance : Manly Majesty Sate in his front , and darted from his eyes , Commanding all he viewed : his hair just grizled , As in a green old age : bate but his years , You are his picture . Oed. aside . Pray Heav'n he drew me not ? am I his picture ? Joc. So I have often told you . Oed. True , you have ; Add that to the rest : how was the King Attended when he travell'd ? Joc. By four Servants : He went out privately . Oed. Well counted still : One scap'd I hear ; what since became of him ? Joc. When he beheld you first , as King in Thebes , He kneel'd , and trembling beg'd I wou'd dismiss him : He had my leave ; and now he lives retir'd . Oed. This Man must be produc'd ; he must , Jocasta . Joc. He shall yet have I leave to ask you why ? Oed. Yes , you shall know : for where should I repose The anguish of my Soul ; but in your breast ! I need not tell you Corinth claims my birth ; My Parents , Polybus and Merope , Two Royal Names ; their only Child am I. It happen'd once ; 't was at a Bridal Feast , One warm with Wine , told me I was a Foundling , Not the Kings Son ; I stung with this reproach , Strook him : my Father , heard of it : the Man Was made ask pardon ; and the business hush'd . Joc. 'T was somewhat odd . Oed. And strangely it perplext me . I stole away to Delphos , and implor'd The God , to tell my certain Parentage . He bade me seek no farther : 't was my Fate To kill my Father , and pollute his Bed , By marrying her who bore me . Joc. Vain , vain Oracles ! Oed. But yet they frighted me ; I lookt on Corinth as a place accurst , Resolv'd my destiny should wait in vain ; And never catch me there . Joc. Too nice a fear . Oed. Suspend your thoughts ; and flatter not too soon . Just in the place you nam'd , where three ways meet , And near that time , five persons I encounter'd ; One was too like , ( Heav'n grant it prove not him ) Whom you describe for Lajus : insolent And fierce they were , as Men who liv'd on spoil . I judg'd 'em Robbers , and by force repell'd The force they us'd : In short , four men I slew : The fifth upon his knees demanding Life , My mercy gave it . bring me comfort now , If I slew Lajus , what can be more wretched ! From Thebes and you my Curse has banish'd me : From Corinth Fate . Joc. Perplex not thus your mind ; My Husband fell by Multitudes opprest , So Phorbas said : this Band you chanc'd to meet ; And murder'd not my Lajus , but reveng'd him . Oed. There 's all my hope : Let Phorbas tell me this , And I shall live again ! To you , good Gods , I make my last appeal ; Or clear my Vertues or my Crime reveal : If wandring in the maze of Fate I run , And backward trod the paths I sought to shun , Impute my Errours to your own Decree ; My hands are guilty , but my heart is free . [ Ex. Ambo.
ACT IV. SCENE I. Pyracmon , Creon . Pyr. SOME business of import that Triumph wears You seem to go with ; nor is it hard to guess When you are pleas'd , by a malicious joy : Whose Red and Fiery Beams cast through your Visage A glowing pleasure . Sure you smile revenge , And I cou'd gladly hear Cre. Would'st thou believe . This giddy hair-braind King , whom old Tiresias Has Thunder-strook , with heavy accusation , Tho' conscious of no inward guilt , yet fears ; He fears Jocasta , fears himself , his shadow ; He fears the multitude ; and , which is worth An Age of laughter , out of all mankind , He chuses me to be his Orator : Swears that Adrastus , and the lean-look'd Prophet , Are joint-conspirators ; and wish me to Appease the raving Thebans ; which I swore To do . Pyr. A dangerous undertaking ; Directly opposite to your own interest . Cre. No , dull Pyracmon ; when I left his presence With all the Wings with which revenge could imp My flight , I gain'd the midst o' th' City ; There , standing on a Pile of dead and dying , I to the mad and sickly multitude , With interrupting sobs , cry'd out , O Thebes , O wretched Thebes , thy King , thy Oedipus , This barbarous stranger , this Usurper , Monster , Is by the Oracle , the wise Tiresias , Proclaim'd the murderer of thy Royal Lajus : Jocasta too , no longer now my Sister , Is found complotter in the horrid deed . Here I renounce all tye of Blood and Nature , For thee , O Thebes , dear Thebes , poor bleeding Thebes . And there I wept , and then the Rabble howl'd , And roar'd , and with a thousand Antick mouths Gabbled revenge , Revenge was all the cry . Pyr. This cannot fail : I see you on the Throne ; And Oedipus cast out . Cre. Then strait came on Alcander , with a wild and bellowing Croud , Whom he had wrought ; I whisper'd him to join , And head the Forces while the heat was in 'em : So to the Palace I return'd , to meet The King , and greet him with another story . But see , he Enters . Enter Oedipus , Jocasta , attended . Oed. Said you that Phorbas is return'd , and yet Intreats he may return , without being ask'd Of ought concerning what we have discover'd ? Joc. He started when I told him your intent , Replying , what he knew of that affair VVould give no satisfaction to the King ; Then , falling on his knees , begg'd , as for life , To be dismiss'd from Court : He trembled too , As if Convulsive death had seiz'd upon him , And stammer'd in his abrupt Pray'r so wildly , That had he been the murderer of Lajus , Guilt and destraction could not have shook him more . Oed. By your description , sure as plagues and death Lay waste our Thebes , some deed that shuns the light Begot those fears : If thou respect'st my peace , Secure him , dear Jocasta ; for my Genius Shrinks at his name . Joc. Rather let him go : So my poor boding heart would have it be , VVithout a reason . Oed. Hark , the Thebans come ! Therefore retire : and , once more , if thou lov'st me , Let Phorbas be retain'd . Joc. You shall , while I Have life , be still obey'd : In vain you sooth me with your soft indearments ; And set the fairest Countenance to view , Your gloomy eyes , my Lord , betray a deadness And inward languishing : that Oracle Eats like a subtil Worm it 's venom'd way , Preys on your heart , and rots the noble Core , How-e're the beauteous out-side shews so lovely . Oed. O , thou wilt kill me with thy Love's excess ! All , all is well ; retire , the Thebans come . [ Ex. Jocasta . Ghost . Oedipus ! Oed. Ha! again that scream of woe ! Thrice have I heard , thrice since the morning dawn'd It hollow'd loud , as if my Guardian Spirit Call'd from some vaulted Mansion , Oedipus ! Or is it but the work of melancholly ? When the Sun sets , shadows , that shew'd at Noon But small , appear most long and terrible ; So when we think Fate hovers o're our heads , Our apprehensions shoot beyond all bounds , Owls , Ravens , Crickets seem the watch of death , Nature's worst Vermine scare her God-like Sons . Ecchoes , the very leavings of a Voice , Grow babling Ghosts , and call us to our Graves : Each Mole-hill thought swells to a huge Olympus , While we fantastick dreamers heave and puff , And sweat with an Immagination's weight ; As if , like Atlas , with these mortal Shoulders We could sustain the burden of the World. [ Creon comes forward . Cre. O , Sacred Sir , my Royal Lord - Oed. What now ? Thou seem'st affrighted at some dreadful action , Thy breath comes short , thy darted eyes are fixt On me for aid , as if thou wert pursu'd : I sent thee to the Thebans , speak thy wonder ; Fear not , this Palace is a Sanctuary , The King himself 's thy Guard. Cre. For me , alas , My life 's not worth a thought , when weigh'd with yours ! But fly , my Lord , fly as your life is sacred , Your Fate is precious to your faithful Creon , Who therefore , on his knees , thus prostrate begs You would remove from Thebes that Vows your ruine . When I but offer'd at your innocence , They gather'd Stones , and menac'd me with Death , And drove me through the Streets , with imprecations Against your sacred Person , and those Traytors Which justify'd your Guilt : which curs'd Tiresias Told , as from Heav'n , was cause of their destruction . Oed. Rise , worthy Creon , haste and take our Guard , Rank 'em in equal part upon the Square , Then open every Gate of this our Palace , And let the Torrent in . Hark , it comes , I hear 'em roar : begon , and break down all The dams that would oppose their furious passage . [ Shout . [ Ex. Creon with Guards . Enter Adrastus , his Sword drawn . Adr. Your City Is all in Arms , all bent to your destruction : I heard but now , where I was close confin'd , A Thundring shout , which made my Jaylors vanish , Cry , Fire the Palace ; where 's the cruel King ? Yet , by th' Infernal Gods , those awful Pow'rs That have accus'd you , which these ears have heard , And these eyes seen , I must believe you guiltless ; For , since I knew the Royal Oedipus , I have observ'd in all his acts such truth And God-like clearness ; that to the last gush Of bloud and Spirits , I 'll defend his life , And here have Sworn to perish by his side . Oed. Be witness , Gods , how near this touches me , O what , what recompence can glory make ? [ Embracing him . Adr. Defend your innocence , speak like your self , And awe the Rebels with your dauntless virtue . But , hark ! the Storm comes nearer . Oed. Let it come . The force of Majesty is never known But in a general wrack : Then , then is seen The difference 'twixt a Threshold and a Throne . Enter Creon , Pyracmon , Alcander , Tiresias , Thebans ! Alc. Where , where 's this cruel King ? Thebans , behold There stands your Plague , the ruine , desolation Of this unhappy speak ; shall I kill him ? Or shall he be cast out to Banishment ? All Theb. To Banishment , away with him . Oed. Hence , you Barbarians , to your slavish distance ; Fix to the Earth your sordid looks ; for he Who stirs , dares more then mad-men , Fiends , or Furies : Who dares to face me , by the Gods , as well May brave the Majesty of Thundring Jove . Did I for this relieve you when besieg'd By this fierce Prince , when coop'd within your Walls , And to the very brink of Fate reduc'd ; When lean-jaw'd Famine made more havock of you Than does the Plague ? But I rejoyce I know you , Know the base stuff that temper'd your vile Souls : The Gods be prais'd , I needed not your Empire , Born to a greater , nobler , of my own ; Nor shall the Scepter of the Earth now win me To rule such Brutes , so barbarous a People . Adr. Methinks , my Lord , I see a sad repentance , A general consternation spread among ' em . Oed. My Reign is at an end ; yet e're I finish I 'll do a justice that becomes a Monarch , A Monarch , who , i' th' midst of Swords and Javelins , Dares act as on his Throne encompast round VVith Nation 's for his Guard. Alcander , you Are nobly born , therefore shall lose your head : Here , Haemon , take him : but for this , and this , Let Cords dispatch ' em . Hence , away with ' em . [ Seizes him . Tir. O sacred Prince , pardon distracted Thebes , Pardon her , if she acts by Heav'n's award ; If that th' Infernal Spirits have declar'd The depth of Fate , and if our Oracles May speak , O do not too severely deal , But let thy wretched Thebes at least complain : If thou art guilty , Heav'n will make it known ; If innocent , then let Tiresias dye . Oed. I take thee at thy word . Run , haste , and save Alcander : I swear the Prophet , or the King shall dye . Be witness , all you Thebans , of my Oath ; And Phorbus be the Umpire . Tir. I submit . [ Trumpets sound . Oed. What mean those Trumpets ? Haem . From your Native Country , Enter Haemon with Alcander , &c. Great Sir , the fam'd AEgeon is arriv'd , That renown'd Favourite of the King your Father : He comes as an Ambassador from Corinth , And sues for Audience . Oed. Haste , Haemon , fly , and tell him that I burn T' embrace him . Haem . The Queen , my Lord , at present holds him In private Conference ; but behold her here . Enter Jocasta , Euridice , &c. Joc. Hail , happy Oedipus , happiest of Kings ? Henceforth be blest , blest as thou canst desire , Sleep without fears the blackest nights away ; Let Furies haunt thy Palace , thou shalt sleep Secure , thy slumbers shall be soft and gentle As Infants dreams . Oed. What does the Soul of all my joys intend ? And whither would this rapture ? Joc. O , I could rave , Pull down those lying Fanes , and burn that Vault , From whence resounded those false Oracles , That robb'd my Love of rest : if we must pray , Rear in the streets bright Altars to the Gods , Let Virgins hands adorn the Sacrifice ; And not a gray-beard forging Priest come near , To pry into the bowels of the Victim , And with his dotage mad the gaping World But see , the Oracle that I will trust , True as the Gods , and affable as Men. Enter AEgeon , Kneels . Oed. O , to my arms , welcome , my dear AEgeon ; Ten thousand welcomes , O , my Foster-Father , Welcome as mercy to a Man condemn'd ! Welcome to me , As , to a sinking Marriner , The lucky plank that bears him to the shore ! But speak , O tell me what so mighty joy Is this thou bring'st , which so transports Jocasta ? Joc. Peace , peace , AEgeon ; let Jocasta tell him ! O that I could for ever Charm , as now , My dearest Oedipus : Thy Royal Father , Polybus , King of Corinth , is no more . Oed. Ha! can it be ? AEgeon , answer me , And speak in short , what my Jocasta's transport May over do . AEge . Since in few words , my Royal Lord , you ask To know the truth ; King Polybus is dead . Oed. O all you Pow'rs , is 't possible ? what , dead ! But that the Tempest of my joy may rise By just degrees , and hit at last the Stars : Say , how , how dy'd he ? Ha! by Sword , by Fire , Or Water ? by Assassinates , or Poyson ? speak : Or did he languish under some disease ? AEge . Of no distemper , of no blast he dy'd , But fell like Autumn-Fruit that mellow'd long : Ev'n wonder'd at , because he dropt no sooner . Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years ; Yet freshly ran he on Ten Winters more : Till , like a Clock worn out with eating time , The Wheels of weary life at last stood still . Oed. O , let me press thee in my youthful arms , And smother thy old age in my embraces . Yes Thebans , yes Jocasta , yes Adrastus , Old Polybus , the King my Father's dead . Fires shall be kindled in the mid'st of Thebes ; I' th' midst of Tumults , Wars , and Pestilence , I will rejoice for Polybus his death . Know , be it known to the limits of the World ; Yet farther , let it pass yon dazling roof , The mansion of the Gods , and strike 'em deaf VVith everlasting peals of Thundring joy . Tir. Fate ! Nature ! Fortune ! what is all this world ? Oed. Now , Dotard ; now , thou blind old wizard Prophet , VVhere are your boding Ghosts , your Altars now ; Your Birds of knowledge , that , in dusky Air , Chatter Futurity ; and where are now Your Oracles , that call'd me Parricide , Is he not dead ? deep laid in 's Monument ? And was not I in Thebes when Fate attack'd him ? Avant , begon , you Vizors of the Gods ! Were I as other Sons , now I should weep ; But , as I am , I 've reason to rejoice : And will , tho' his cold shade should rise and blast me . O , for this death , let Waters break their bounds , Rocks , Valleys , Hills , with splitting Io's ring : Io , Jocasta , Io poean sing . Tir. VVho would not now conclude a happy end ? But all Fate 's turns are swift and unexpected . AEge . Your Royal Mother Merope , as if She had no Soul since you forsook the Land , VVaves all the neighb'ring Princes that adore her . Oed. VVaves all the Princes ! poor heart ! for what ? O spe AEge . She , tho' in full-blown flow'r of glorious beauty , Grow's cold , ev'n in the Summer of her Age : And , for your sake , has sworn to dye unmarry'd . Oed. How ! for my sake , dye , and not marry ! O , My fit returns . AEge . This Diamond , with a thousand kisses blest , With thousand sighs and wishes for your safety , She charg'd me give you , with the general homage Of our Corinthian Lords . Oed. There 's Magick in it , take it from my sight ; There 's not a beam it darts , but carries Hell , Hot flashing lust , and Necromantick Incest : Take it from these sick eyes , Oh hide it from me . No , my Jocasta , tho' Thebes cast me out , While Merope's alive , I 'll ne're return ! O , rather let me walk round the wide World A beggar , than accept a Diadem On such abhorr'd conditions . Joc. You make , my Lord , your own unhappiness , By these extravagant and needless fears . Oed. Needless ! O , all you Gods ! By Heav'n I 'd rather Embrue my arms up to my very shoulders In the dear entrails of the best of Fathers , Than offer at the execrable act Of damned Incest : therefore no more of her . AEge . And why , O sacred Sir , if Subjects may Presume to look into their Monarch's breast , Why should the chast and spotless Merope Infuse such thoughts as I must blush to name ? Oed. Because the God of Delphos did forewarn me , With Thundring Oracles . AEge . May I intreat to know ' em ? Oed. Yes , my AEgeon ; but the sad remembrance Quite blasts my Soul : see then the swelling Priest ! Methinks I have his Image now in view ; He mounts the Tripos in a minutes space , His clouded head knocks at the Temple roof , While from his mouth These dismal words are heard : " Fly , wretch , whom Fate has doom'd thy Fathers blood to spill , " And with prepostrous Births , thy Mothers womb to fill . AEge . Is this the Cause Why you refuse the Diadem of Corinth . Oed. The Cause ! why , is it not a monstrous one ? AEge . Great Sir , you may return ; and tho' you should Enjoy the Queen ( which all the Gods forbid ) The Act would prove no incest . Oed. How , AEgeon ? Tho' I enjoy'd my Mother , not incestuous ! Thou rav'st , and so do I ; and these all catch My madness ; look , they 're dead with deep distraction : Not Incest ! what , not Ineest with my Mother ? AEge . My Lord , Queen Merope is not your Mother . Oed. Ha! did I hear thee right ? not Merope My Mother ! AEge . Nor was Polybus your Father . Oed. Then all my days and nights must now be spent In curious search , to find out those dark Parents Who gave me to the World ; speak then AEgeon , By all the God's Celestial and Infernal , By all the tyes of Nature , blood , and friendship , Conceal not from this rack'd despairing King A point or smallest grain of what thou know'st : Speak then , O answer to my doubts directly . If Royal Polybus was not my Father , Why was I call'd his Son ? AEge . He , from my Arms , Receiv'd you as the fairest Gift of Nature . Not but you were adorn'd with all the Riches That Empire could bestow in costly Mantles Upon it's Infant Heir . Oed. But was I made the Heir of Corinth's Crown , Because AEgeon's hands presented me ? AEge . By my advice , Being past all hope of Children , He took , embrac'd , and own'd you for his Son. Oed. Perhaps I then am your's ; instruct me , Sir : If it be so , I 'll kneel and weep before you , With all th' obedience of a penitent Child , Imploring pardon . Kill me if you please , I will not writhe my Body at the wound : But sink upon your feet with a last sigh , And ask forgiveness with my dying hands . AEge . O rise , and call not to this aged Cheek The little blood which should keep warm my heart ; You are not mine , nor ought I to be blest With such a God-like off-spring . Sir , I found you Upon the Mount Cithaeron . Oed. O speak , go on , the Air grows sensible Of the great things you utter , and is calm : The hurry'd Orbs , with Storms so Rack'd of late , Seem to stand still , as if that Jove were talking . Cithaeron ! speak , the Vally of Cithaeron ! AEge . Oft-times before I thither did resort , Charm'd with the conversation of a man Who led a Rural life , and had command O're all the Shepherds who about those Vales Tended their numerous Flocks : in this man's Arms I saw you smiling at a fatal Dagger Whose point he often offer'd at your throat ; But then you smil'd , and then he drew it back ; Then lifted it again , you smil'd again : Till he at last in fury threw it from him , And cry'd aloud , the Gods forbid thy death . Then I rush'd in , and , after some discourse , To me he did bequeath your innocent life And I , the welcome care to Polybus . Oed. To whom belongs the Master of the Shepherds ? AEge . His name I knew not , or I have forgot , That he was of the Family of Lajus , I well remember . Oed. And is your Friend alive ? for if he be I 'll buy his presence , tho'it cost my Crown . AEge . Your menial Attendants best can tell Whether he lives , or not ; and who has now His place . Joc. Winds , bear me to some barren Island , Where print of humane Feet was never seen , O're-grown with Weeds of such a monstrous height , Their baleful tops are wash'd with bellying Clouds : Beneath whose venomous shade I may have vent For horrors that would blast the Barbarous World. Oed. If there be any here that knows the person Whom he describ'd , I charge him on his life To speak ; concealment shall be sudden death : But he who brings him forth , shall have reward Beyond Ambition's lust . Tir. His name is Phorbas : Jocasta knows him well ; but if I may Advise , Rest where you are , and seek no farther . Oed. Then all goes well ; Since Phorbas is secur'd By my Jocasta . Haste , and bring him forth : My Love , my Queen , give Orders . Ha! what means These Tears and Groans , and Struglings ? speak , my Fair , What are thy troubles ? Joc. Yours ; and yours are mine : Let me Conjure you take the Prophets Counsel , And let this Phorbas go . Oed. Not for the World. By all the Gods , I 'll know my birth , tho' death Attends the search : I have already past The middle of the Stream ; and to return Seems greater labour , than to venture o're . Therefore produce him . Joc. Once more , by the Gods , I beg , my Oedipus , my Lord , my Life , My love , my all , my only utmost hope , I beg you banish Phorbas : O , the Gods , I kneel , that you may grant this first request . Deny me all things else ; but , for my sake , And as you prize your own eternal quiet , Never let Phorbas come into your presence . Oed. You must be rais'd , and Phorbas shall appear , Tho' his dread eyes were Basilisks . Guards , haste , Search the Queens Lodgings ; find , and force him hither . [ Exeunt Guards . Joc. O , Oedipus , yet send , And stop their entrance , e're it be too late : Unless you wish to see Jocasta rent With Furies , slain out right with meer distraction , Keep from your eyes and mine the dreadful Phorbas . Forbear this search , I 'll think you more than mortal : Will you yet hear me ? Oed. Tempests will be heard , And Waves will dash , tho Rocks their basis keep , But see , they Enter . If thou truly lov'st me , Either forbear this Subject , or retire . Enter Haemon , Guards , with Phorbas . Joc. Prepare then , wretched Prince , prepare to hear A story , that shall turn thee into Stone , Could there be hew'n a monstrous Gap in Nature , A flaw made through the Center , by some God , Through which the groans of Ghosts might strike thy ears , They would not wound thee , as this Story will. Hark , hark ! a hollow Voice calls out aloud , Jocasta : yes , I 'll to the Royal Bed , Where first the Mysteries of our loves were acted , And double dye it with imperial Crimson ; Tear off this curling hair , Be gorg'd with Fire , stab every vital part , And , when at last I 'm slain , to Crown the horrour , My poor tormented Ghost shall cleave the ground , To try if Hell can yet more deeply wound . [ Ex. Oed. She 's gon ; and as she went , methought her eyes Grew larger , while a thousand frantick Spirits Seething , like rising bubbles , on the brim , Peep'd from the Watry brink , and glow'd upon me . I 'll seek no more ; but hush my Genius up That throws me on my Fate . Impossible ! O wretched Man , whose too too busie thoughts Ride swifter than the galloping Heav'ns round , With an eternal hurry of the Soul : Nay , there 's a time when ev'n the rowling year Seems to stand still , dead calms are in the Ocean , When not a breath disturbs the drowzy Waves : But Man , the very Monster of the World , Is ne're at rest , the Soul for ever wakes . Come then , since Destiny thus drives us on , Let 's know the bottom . Haemon , you I sent : Where is that Phorbas . Haem . Here , my Royal Lord. Oed. Speak first , AEgeon , say , is this the Man ? AEge , My Lord , it is : Tho' time has plough'd that face With many furrows since I saw it first ; Yet I 'm too well acquainted with the ground , quite to forget it . Oed. Peace ; stand back a while . Come hither Friend ; I hear thy name is Phorbas . Why dost thou turn thy face ? I charge thee answer To what I shall enquire : Wert thou not once The Servant of King Lajus here in Thebes ? Phor. I was , great Sir , his true and faithful Servant ; Born and bred up in Court , no forreign Slave . Oed. What Office hadst thou ? what was thy Employment ? Phor. He made me Lord of all his Rural Pleasures ; For much he lov'd 'em : oft I entertain'd With sporting Swains , o're whom I had command . Oed. Where was thy Residence ? to what part o' th' Country Didst thou most frequently resort ? Phor. To Mount Citharon , and the pleasant Vallies Which all about lye shadowing it's large feet . Oed. Come forth AEgeon . Ha! why starts thou , Phorbas ? Forward , I say , and Face to Face confront him ; Look wistly on him , through him if thou canst , And tell me on thy life , say , dost thou know him ? Did'st thou e're see him ? converse with him Near Mount Cithaeron ? Phor. Who , my Lord , this man ? Oed. This Man , this old , this venerable Man : Speak , did'st thou ever meet him there ? Phor. Where , sacred Sir. Oed. Near Mount Cithaeron ; answer to the purpose : 'T is a King speaks ; and Royal minutes are Of much more worth than thousand Vulgar years : Did'st thou e're see this Man near Mount Cithaeron . Phor. Most sure , my Lord , I have seen lines like those His Visage bears ; but know not where nor when . AEge . Is 't possible you should forget your ancient Friend ? There are perhaps Particulars , which may excite your dead remembrance . Have you forgot I took an Infant from you , Doom'd to be murder'd in that gloomy Vale ? The Swadling-bands were purple , wrought with Gold , Have you forgot too how you wept and begg'd That I should breed him up , and ask no more . Phor. What-e're I begg'd ; thou like a Dotar'd , speak'st More than is requisite : and what of this ? Why is it mention'd now ? and why , O why Dost thou betray the secrets of thy Friend ? AEge . Be not too rash . That Infant grew at last A King : and here the happy Monarch stands . Phor. Ha! whither would'st thou ? O what hast thou utter'd ! For what thou hast said , Death strike thee dumb for ever . Oed. Forbear to Curse the innocent ; and be Accurst thy self , thou shifting Traytor , Villain , Damn'd Hypocrite , equivocating Slave . Phor. O Heav'ns ! wherein , my Lord , have I offended ? Oed. Why speak you not according to my charge ? Bring forth the Rack : since mildness cannot win you , Torments shall force . Phor. Hold , hold , O dreadful Sir ; You will not Rack an innocent old man. Oed. Speak then . Phor. Alas , what would you have me say ? Oed. Did this old man take from your Arms an Infant ? Phor. He did : And , Oh! I wish to all the Gods , Phorbas had perish'd in that very moment . Oed. Moment ! Thou shalt be hours , days , years a dying . Here , bind his hands ; he dallies with my fury : But I shall find a way Phor. My Lord , I said I gave the Infant to him . Oed. Was he thy own , or given thee by another ? Phor. He was not mine ; but given me by another . Oed. Whence ? and from whom ? what City ? of what House ? Phor. O , Royal Sir , I bow me to the ground , Would I could sink beneath it : by the Gods , I do Conjure you to inquire no more . Oed. Furies and Hell ! Haemon , bring forth the Rack ; Fetch hither Cords , and Knives , and Sulphurous flames : He shall be bound , and gash'd , his skin flead off , And burnt alive . Phor. O spare my age . Oed. Rise then , and speak . Phor. Dread Sir , I will. Oed. Who gave that Infant to thee ? Phor. One of King Lajus Family . Oed. O , you immortal Gods ! But say , who was 't ? Which of the Family of Lajus gave it ? A Servant ; or one of the Royal-blood ? Phor. O wretched State ! I dye , unless I speak ; And , if I speak , most certain death attends me ! Oed. Thou shalt not dye . Speak then , who was it ? speak , While I have sense to understand the horrour ; For I grow cold . Phor. The Queen Jocasta told me It was her Son by Lajus . Oed. O you Gods ! But did she give it thee ? Phor. My Lord , she did . Oed. Wherefore ? for what ? O break not yet , my heart ; Tho' my eyes burst , no matter : wilt thou tell me , Or must I ask for ever ? for what end ? Why gave she thee her Child ? Phor. To murder it . Oed. O more than savage ! murder her own bowels ! Without a Cause ! Phor. There was a dreadful one , Which had foretold , that most unhappy Son Should kill his Father , and enjoy his Mother . Oed. But , one thing more , Jocasta told me thou wert by the Chariot When the old King was slain : Speak , I conjure thee , For I shall never ask thee ought again , What was the number of th' Assassinates ? Phor. The dreadful deed was acted but by one ; And sure that one had much of your resemblance . Oed. 'T is well ! I thank you , Gods ! 't is wondrous well ! Daggers , and Poyson ; O there is no need For my dispatch : and you , you merciless Pow'rs , Hoord up your Thunder-stones ; keep , keep your Bolts For Crimes of little note . [ Falls . Adr. Help , Haemon , help , and bow him gently forward ; Chafe , chafe his Temples : how the mighty Spirits , Half strangled with the damp his sorrows rais d , Struggle for vent : but see , he breathes again , And vigorous Nature breaks through all opposition . How fares my Royal Friend ? Oed. The worse for you . O barbarous men , and oh the hated light , Why did you force me back to curse the day ; To curse my friends ; to blast with this dark breath The yet untainted Earth and circling Air ? To raise new Plagues , and call new Vengeance down , Why did you tempt the Gods , and dare to touch me ? Methinks there 's not a hand that grasps this Hell But should run up like Flax all blazing fire . Stand from this spot , I wish you as my friends , And come not near me , lest the gaping Earth Swallow you too Lo , I am gone already . [ Draws , and claps his Sword to his breast , which Adrastus strikes away with his foot . Adr. You shall no more be trusted with your life : Creon , Alcander , Haemon , help to hold him . Oed. Cruel Adrastus ! wilt thou , Haemon , too ? Are these the Obligations of my Friends ? O worse than worst of my most barbarous Foes ! Dear , dear Adrastus , look with half an Eye On my unheard-of Woes , and judge thy self , If it be fit that such a Wretch should live ! O , by these melting Eyes , unus'd to weep , With all the low submissions of a Slave , I do conjure thee give my horrours way ; Talk not of life , for that will make me rave : As well thou may'st advise a tortur'd wretch , All mangled o're from head to foot with wounds , And his bones broke , to wait a better day . Adr. My Lord , you ask me things impossible ; And I with Justice should be thought your Foe , To leave you in this Tempest of your Soul. Tir. Tho' banish'd Thebes , in Corinth you may Reign ; Th' Infernal Pow'rs themselves exact no more : Calm then your rage , and once more seek the Gods. Oed. I 'll have no more to do with Gods , nor Men : Hence , from my Arms , avant . Enjoy thy Mother ! What , violate , with Beastial appetite , The sacred Veils that wrapt thee yet unborn , This is not to be born ! Hence ; off , I say ; For they who lett my Vengeance make themselves Accomplices in my most horrid guilt . Adr. Let it be so ; we 'll fence Heav'ns fury from you , And suffer all together : This perhaps , When ruine comes , may help to break your fall . Oed. O that , as oft I have at Athens seen The Stage arise , and the big Clouds descend ; So now in very deed I might behold The pond'rous Earth , and all you marble Roof Meet , like the hands of Jove , and crush Mankind : For all the Elements , and all the Pow'rs Celestial , nay , Terrestrial and Infernal , Conspire the rack of out-cast Oedipus . Fall darkness then , and everlasting night Shadow the Globe ; may the Sun never dawn , The Silver Moon be blotted from her Orb ; And for an Universal rout of Nature Through all the inmost Chambers of the Sky , May there not be a glimpse , one Starry spark , But Gods meet Gods , and justle in the dark . That jars may rise , and wrath Divine be hurl'd , Which may to Atoms shake the solid World. [ Exeunt .
ACTV. SCENE I. Creon , Alcander , Pyracmon . Cre. THEBES is at length my own ; and all my wishes , Which sure were great as Royalty e're form'd , Fortune and my auspicious Stars have Crown'd . O Diadem , thou Center of ambition , Where all it 's different Lines are reconcil'd , As if thou wert the burning-glass of Glory ! Pyr. Might I be Counseller , I would intreat you To cool a little , Sir ; Find out Eurydice ; And , with the resolution of a man Mark'd out for Greatness , give the fatal Choice Of death or marriage . Alc. Survey curs'd Oedipus , As one who , tho' unfortunate , 's belov'd , Thought innocent , and therefore much lamented By all the Thebans ; you must mark him dead : Since nothing but his death , not banishment , Can give assurance to your doubtful Reign . Cre. Well have you done , to snatch me from the storm Of racking Transport , where the little streams Of Love , Revenge , and all the under passions , As waters are by sucking VVhirl-pools drawn , Were quite devour'd in the vast Gulph of Empire : Therefore , Pyracmon , as you boldly urg'd , Eurydice shall dye , or be my Bride . Alcander , Summon to their Master's aid My Menial Servants , and all those whom change Of State , and hope of the new Monarch's favour , Can win to take our part : Away . What now ? [ Ex. Alcander . Enter Haemon . When Haemon weeps , without the help of Ghosts , I may foretel there is a fatal Cause . Haem . Is 't possible you should be ignorant Of what has happen'd to the desperate King ? Cre. I know no more , but that he was conducted Into his Closet , where I saw him fling His trembling Body on the Royal Bed ; All left him there , at his desire , alone : But sure no ill , unless he dy'd with grief , Could happen , for you bore his Sword away . Haem . I did ; and , having lock'd the door , I stood ; And through a chink I found , not only heard , But saw him , when he thought no eye beheld him : At first , deep sighs heav'd from his woful heart , Murmurs , and groans , that shook the outward Rooms , And art thou still alive , Oh wretch ! he cry'd ? Then groan'd again , as if his sorrowful Soul Had crack'd the strings of Life , and burst away . Cre. I weep , to hear ; how then should I have griev'd Had I beheld this wondrous heap of Sorrow ! But , to the fatal period . Haem . Thrice he struck , With all his force , his hollow groaning breast , And thus , with out-cries , to himself complain'd . But thou canst weep then , and thou think'st 't is well , These bubbles of the shallowest emptiest sorrow , Which Children vent for toys , and Women rain For any Trifle their fond hearts are set on ; Yet these thou think'st are ample satisfaction For bloudiest Murder , and for burning Lust : No , Parricide ; if thou must weep , weep bloud ; Weep Eyes , instead of Tears : O , by the Gods , 'T is greatly thought , he cry'd , and fits my woes . Which said , he smil'd revengefully , and leapt Upon the floor ; thence gazing at the Skies , His Eye-balls fiery Red , and glowing vengeance ; Gods , I accuse you not , tho' I no more Will view your Heav'n , till with more durable glasses , The mighty Souls immortal Perspectives , I find your dazling Beings : Take , he cry'd , Take , Eyes , your last , your fatal farewel-view . When with a groan , that seem'd the call of Death , With horrid force lifting his impious hands , He snatch'd , he tore , from forth their bloody Orbs The Balls of sight , and dash'd 'em on the ground . Cre. A Master-piece of horrour ; new and dreadful ! Haem . I ran to succour him ; but , oh ! too late ; For he had pluck'd the remnant strings away . What then remains , but that I find Tiresias , VVho , with his Wisdom , may allay those Furies That haunt his gloomy Soul ? [ Ex. Cre. Heav'n will reward Thy care ; most honest , faithful , foolish Haemon ! But see , Alcander enters , well attended . Enter Alcander , attended . I see , thou hast been diligent . Alc. Nothing these , For Number , to the Crowds that soon will follow ; Be resolute , And call your utmost Fury to revenge . Cre. Ha! thou hast given Th' Alarm to Cruelty ; and never may These eyes be clos'd , till they behold Adrastus Stretch'd at the feet of false Eurydice . But see , they 're here ! retire a while , and mark . Enter Adrastus , Eurydice , attended . Adr. Alas , Eurydice , what fond rash man , VVhat inconsiderate and ambitious Fool , That shall hereafter read the Fate of Oedipus , VVill dare , with his frail hand , to grasp a Scepter ? Eur. 'T is true , a Crown seems dreadful , and I wish That you and I , more lowly plac'd , might pass Our softer hours in humble Cells away : Not but I love you to that Infinite height , I could ( O wondrous proof of fiercest Love ! ) Be greatly wretched in a Court with you . Adr. Take then this most lov'd innocence away ; Fly from Tumultuous Thebes , From blood and Murder , Fly from the Author of all Villanies , Rapes , Death , and Treason , from that Fury Creon : Vowchsafe that I , o're-joy'd , may bear you hence , And at your Feet present the Crown of Argos . [ Creon and Attendants come up to him . Cre. I have o're-heard thy black design , Adrastus . And therefore , as a Traytor to this State , Death ought to be thy Lot : let it suffice That Thebes surveys thee as a Prince ; abuse not Her proffer'd mercy , but retire betimes , Lest she repent and hasten on thy Doom . Adr. Think not , most abject , Most abhorr'd of Men , Adrastus will vouchsafe to answer thee ; Thebans , to you I justifie my Love : I have addrest my Prayers to this fair Princess ; But , if I ever meant a violence , Or thought to Ravish , as that Traytor did , What humblest Adorations could not win ; Brand me , you Gods , blot me with foul dishonour , And let men Curse me by the name of Creon ! Eur. Hear me , O Thebans , if you dread the wrath Of her whom Fate ordain'd to be your Queen , Hear me , and dare not , as you prize your lives , To take the part of that Rebellious Traytor . By the Decree of Royal Oedipus , By Queen Jocasta's order , by what 's more , My own dear Vows of everlasting Love , I here resign to Prince Adrastus Arms All that the VVorld can make me Mistress of . Cre. O perjur'd VVoman ! Draw all ; and when I give the word , fall on . Traytor , resign the Princess , or this moment Expect , with all those most unfortunate wretches , Upon this spot straight to be hewn in pieces . Adr. No , Villain , no ; VVith twice those odds of men , I doubt not in this Cause To vanquish thee . Captain , remember to your care I give My Love ; ten thousand thousand times more dear Than Life , or Liberty . Cre. Fall on , Alcander . Pyracmon , you and I must wheel about For nobler Game , the Princess . Adr. Ah , Traytor , dost thou shun me ? Follow , follow , My brave Companions ; see , the Cowards fly . [ Ex. fighting : Creon's Party beaten off by Adrastus . Enter Oedipus . Oed. O , 't is too little this , thy loss of sight , What has it done ? I shall be gaz'd at now The more ; be pointed at , There goes the Monster ! Nor have I hid my horrours from my self ; For tho' corporeal light be lost for ever , The bright reflecting Soul , through glaring Opticks , Presents in larger size her black Idea's , Doubling the bloody prospect of my Crimes : Holds Fancy down , and makes her act again , VVith Wife and Mother , Tortures , Hell , and Furies . Ha! now the baleful off-spring's brought to light ! In horrid form they ranck themselves before me ; VVhat shall I call this Medley of Creation ? Here one , with all th' obedience of a Son , Borrowing Jocasta's look , kneels at my Feet , And calls me Father ; there a sturdy Boy , Resembling Lajus just as when I kill'd him , Bears up , and with his cold hand grasping mine , Cries out , How fares my Brother Oedipus ? VVhat , Sons and Brothers ! Sisters and Daughers too ! Fly all , begon , fly from my whirling brain ; Hence , Incest , Murder ; hence , you ghastly figures ! O Gods ! Gods , answer ; is there any mean ? Let me go mad , or dye . Enter Jocasta . Joc. Where , where is this most wretched of mankind , This stately Image of Imperial Sorrow , Whose story told , whose very name but mention'd , Would cool the rage of Feavers , and unlock The hand of Lust from the pale Virgin 's hair , And throw the Ravisher before her feet ? Oed. By all my fears , I think Jocasta's Voice ! Hence ; fly ; begon : O thou far worse than worst Of damning Charmers ! O abhor'd , loath'd Creature ! Fly , by the Gods , or by the Fiends , I charge thee , Far as the East , West , North , or South of Heav'n ; But think not thou shalt ever enter there : The golden Gates are barr'd with Adamant , 'Gainst thee , and me ; and the Celestial Guards , Still as we rise , will dash our Spirits down . Joc. O wretched Pair ! O greatly wretched we ! Two Worlds of woe ! Oed. Art thou not gon then ? ha ! How dar'st thou stand the Fury of the Gods ? Or com'st thou in the Grave to reap new pleasures ? Joc. Talk on ; till thou mak'st mad my rowling brain ; Groan still more Death ; and may those dismal sources Still bubble on , and pour forth blood and tears . Methinks , at such a meeting , Heav'n stands still ; The Sea nor Ebbs , nor Flows : this Mole-hill Earth Is heav'd no more : the busie Emmets cease ; Yet hear me on Oed. Speak then , and blast my Soul. Joc. O , my lov'd Lord , tho' I resolve a Ruine To match my Crimes ; by all my miseries , 'T is horrour , worse than thousand thousand deaths , To send me hence without a kind Farewel . Oed. Gods , how she shakes me ! stay thee , O Jocasta , Speak something e're thou goest forever from me . Joc. 'T is Woman's weakness , that I would be pity'd ; Pardon me then , O greatest , tho' most wretched , Of all thy Kind : my Soul is on the brink And sees the boiling Furnace just beneath : Do not thou push me off , and I will go With such a willingness , as if that Heav'n With all it's glories glow'd for my reception . Oed. O , in my heart , I feel the pangs of Nature ; It works with kindness o're : Give , give me way ; I feel a melting here , a tenderness , Too mighty for the anger of the Gods ! Direct me to thy knees , yet oh forbear : Lest the dead Embers should revive , Stand off and at just distance Let me groan my horrours here On the Earth , here blow my utmost Gale ; Here sob my Sorrows , till I burst with sighing : Here gasp and Languish out thy wounded Soul. Joc. In spight of all those Crimes the cruel Gods Can charge me with , I know my Innocence ; Know yours : 't is Fate alone that makes us wretched , For you are still my Husband . Oed. Swear I am , And I 'll believe thee ; steal into thy Arms , Renew endearments , think 'em no pollutions , But chaste as Spirits joys : gently I 'll come , Thus weeping blind , like dewy Night , upon thee , And fold thee foftly in my Arms to slumber . [ The Ghost of Lajus ascends by degrees , pointing at Jocasta . Joc. Begon , my Lord ! Alas , what are we doing ? Fly from my Arms ! Whirl-winds , Seas , Continents , And Worlds , divide us ! O thrice happy thou , Who hast no use of eyes ; for here 's a ●ight Would turn the melting face of Mercy 's self To a wild Fury . Oed. Ha! what seest thou there ? Joc. the Spirit of my Husband ! O the Gods ! How wan he looks ! Oed. Thou rav'st ; thy Husband 's here . Joc. There , there he Mounts , In circling fire , amongst the blushing Clouds ! And see , he waves Jocasta from the VVorld ! Ghost . Jocasta , Oedipus . [ Vanish with Thunder . Oed. What wouldst thou have ? Thou knowst I cannot come to thee , detain'd In darkness here , and kept from means of death . I 've heard a Spirit 's force is wonderful ; At whose approach , when starting from his Dungeon , The Earth does shake , and the old Ocean groans , Rocks are remov'd , and Tow'rs are Thundred down : And walls of Brass , and Gates of Adamant , Are passable as Air , and fleet like VVinds. Joc. VVas that a Raven's Croak ; or my Sons Voice ? No matter which ; I 'll to the Grave , and hide me : Earth open , or I 'll tear thy bowels up . Hark! he goes on , and blabs the deed of Incest . Oed. Strike then , Imperial Ghost ; dash all at once This House of Clay into a thousand pieces : That my poor lingring Soul may take her flight To your Immortal Dwellings . Joc. Haste thee then , Or I shall be before thee : See , thou canst not see ; Then I will tell thee that my wings are on : I 'll mount , I 'll fly , and with a port Divine Glide all along the gaudy Milky soil , To find my Lajus out ; ask every God In his bright Palace , if he knows my Lajus , My murder'd Lajus ! Oed. Ha! how 's this , Jocasta ? Nay , if thy brain be sick , then thou art happy . Joc. Ha! will you not ? shall I not find him out ? Will you not show him ? are my tears despis'd ? Why , then I 'll Thunder , yes , I will be mad , And fright you with my cries , : yes , cruel Gods , Tho' Vultures , Eagles , Dragons tear my heart , I 'll snatch Celestial flames , fire all your dwellings , Melt down your golden Roofs , and make your doors Of Chrystal flye from off their Diamond Hinges ; Drive you all out from your Ambrosial Hives , To swarm like Bees about the field of Heav'n : This will I do , unless you shew me Lajus , My dear , my murder'd Lord. O Lajus ! Lajus ! Lajus ! [ Ex. Jocasta . Oed. Excellent grief ! why , this is as it should be ! No Mourning can be suitable to Crimes Like ours , but what Death makes , or Madness forms . I could have wish'd methought for sight again , To mark the Gallantry of her distraction : Her blazing Eyes darting the wandring Stars , T' have seen her mouth the Heav'ns , and mate the Gods , While with her Thundring Voice she menac'd high , And every Accent twang'd with smarting sorrow ; But what 's all this to thee ? thou , Coward , yet Art living , canst not , wilt not find the Road To the great Palace of magnificent Death ; Tho' thousand ways lead to histhousand doors , Which day and night are still unbarr'd for all . [ Clashing of Swords : Drums and Trumpets without . Hark! 't is the noise of clashing Swords ! the sound Comes near : O , that a Battel would come o're me ! If I but grasp a Sword , or wrest a Dagger , I 'll make a ruine with the first that falls . Enter Haemon , with Guards . Haem . Seize him , and bear him to the Western-Tow'r . Pardon me , sacred Sir ; I am inform'd That Creon has designs upon your life : Forgive me then , if , to preserve you from him , I order your Confinement . Oed. Slaves , unhand me . I think thou hast a Sword : 't was the wrong side . Yet , cruel Haemon , think not I will live ; He that could tear his eyes out , sure can find Some desperate way to stifle this curst breath : Or if I starve ! but that 's a lingring Fate ; Or if I leave my brains upon the wall ! The Aiery Soul can easily o're-shoot Those bounds with which thou strive'st to pale her in : Yes , I will perish in despite of thee ; And , by the rage that stirs me , if I meet thee In the other World , I 'll curse thee for this usage . [ Exit . Haem . Tiresias , after him ; and , with your Counsel , Advise him humbly ; Charm , if possible , These feuds within : while I without extinguish , Or perish in th' Attempt , the furious Creon ; That Brand which sets our City in a Flame . Tir. Heav'n prosper your intent , and give a period To all your Plagues : what old Tiresias can Shall straight be done . Lead , Manto the Tow'r . [ Ex. Tir. Manto . Haem . Follow me all , and help to part this Fray , Or fall together in the bloody broil . [ Trumpets again . [ Ex. Enter Creon with Eurydice , Pyracmon and his party giving ground to Adrastus . Cre. Hold , hold your Arms , Adrastus Prince of Argos , Hear , and behold ; Eurydice is my Prisoner . Adr. What would'st thou , Hell-hound ? Cre. See this brandish'd Dagger : Forgo th' advantage which thy Arms have won , Or , by the blood which trembles through the heart Of her whom more than life I know thou lov'st , I 'll bury to the haft , in her fair breast , This Instrument of my Revenge . Adr. Stay thee , damn'd wretch ; hold , stop thy bloody hand . Cre. Give order then , that on this instant , now , This moment , all thy Souldiers straight disband . Adr. Away , my Friends , since Fate has so allotted ; Begon , and leave me to the Villain 's mercy . Eur. Ah , my Adrastus ! call 'em , call 'em back ! Stand there ; come back ! O , cruel barbarous Men ! Could you then leave your Lord , your Prince , your King , After so bravely having fought his Cause , To perish by the hand of this base Villain ? Why rather rush you not at once together All to his ruine ? drag him through the Streets , Hang his contagious Quarters on the Gates ; Nor let my death affright you . Cre. Dye first thy self then . Adr. O , I charge thee hold . Hence , from my presence all : he 's not my Friend That disobeys : See , art thou now appeas'd ? Or is there ought else yet remains to do That can atone thee ? slake thy thirst of blood With mine : but save , O save that innocent wretch . [ Ex. Attendants . Cre. Forego thy Sword , and yield thy self my Prisoner . Eur. Yet while there 's any dawn of hope to save Thy precious life , my dear Adrastus , What-e're thou dost , deliver not thy Sword ; With that thou may'st get off , tho' odds oppose thee : For me , O , fear not ; no , he dares not touch me ; His horrid love will spare me . Keep thy Sword ; Lest I be ravish'd after thou art slain . Adr. Instruct me , Gods , what shall Adrastus do ? Cre. Do what thou wilt , when she is dead : My Souldiers With numbers wll o're-pow'r thee . I' st thy wish Eurydice should fall before thee ? Adr. Traytor , no : Better that thou and I , and all mankind Should be no more . Creon . Then cast thy Sword away , And yield thee to my mercy , or I strike . Adr. Hold thy rais'd Arm ; give me a moment's pause . My Father , when he blest me , gave me this ; My Son , said he , let this be thy last refuge ; If thou forego'st it , misery attends thee : Yet Love now charms it from me ; which in all The hazards of my life I never lost . 'T is thine , my faithful Sword , my only trust ; Tho' my heart tells me that the gift is Fatal . Cre. Fatal ! yes , foolish Love-sick Prince , it shall : Thy arrogance , thy scorn , My wounds remembrance , Turn all at once the Fatal point upon thee . Pyracmon , to the Palace , dispatch The King : hang Haemon up , for he is Loyal , And will oppose me : Come , Sir , are you ready ? Adr. Yes , Villain , for what-ever thou canst dare . Eur. Hold , Creon , or through me , through me you wound . Adr. Off , Madam , or we perish both ; behold I 'm not unarm'd , my ponyard's in my hand : Therefore away . Eur. I 'll guard your life with mine . Cre. Dye both then ; there is now no time for dallying . [ Kills Eurydice . Eur. Ah , Prince , farewel ; farewel , my dear Adrastus . [ Dyes . Adr. Unheard of Monster ! eldest-born of Hell ! Down , to thy Primitive Flames . [ Stabs Creon . Cre. Help , Souldiers , help : Revenge me . Adr. More ; yet more : a thousand wounds ! I 'll stamp thee still , thus , to the gaping Furies . [ Adrastus falls , kill'd by the Souldiers . Enter Haemon , Guards , with Alcander and Pyracmon bound : the Assassins are driven off . O Haemon , I am slain ; nor need I name The inhumane Author of all Villanies ; There he lyes gasping . Cre. If I must plunge in Flames , Burn first my Arm ; base instrument , unfit To act the dictates of my daring mind : Burn , burn for ever , O weak Substitute Of that the God , Ambition . [ Dyes . Adr. She 's gone ; O deadly Marks-man , in the heart ! Yet in the pangs of death she grasps my hand : Her lips too tremble , as if she would speak Her last farewel . O , Oedipus , thy fall Is great ; and nobly now thou goest attended ! They talk of Heroes , and Celestial Beauties , And wondrous pleasures in the other World ; Let me but find her there , I ask no more . [ Dyes . Enter a Captain to Haemon : with Tiresias and Manto . Cap. O , Sir , the Queen Jocasta , swift and wild , As a robb'd Tygress bounding o're the Woods , Has acted Murders that amaze mankind : In twisted Gold I saw her Daughters hang On the Bed Royal ; and her little Sons Stabb'd through the breasts upon the bloody Pillows . Haem . Relentless Heav'ns ! is then the Fate of Lajus Never to be Aton'd ? How sacred ought Kings lives be held , when but the death of one Demands an Empire 's blood for Expiation ? But see ! the furious mad Jocasta's here . Scene Draws , and discovers Jocasta held by her Women , and stabb'd in many places of her bosom , her hair dishevel'd ; her Children slain upon the Bed. Was ever yet a sight of so much horrour , And pity , brought to view ! Joc. Ah , cruel Women ! Will you not let me take my last farewel Of those dear Babes ? O let me run and seal My melting Soul upon their bubling wounds ! I 'll Print upon their Coral mouths such Kisses , As shall recall their wandring Spirits home . Let me go , let me go , or I will tear you piece-meal . Help , Haemon , help : Help Oedipus ; help , Gods ; Jocasta Dyes . Enter Oedipus above . Oed. I 've found a Window , and I thank the Gods 'T is quite unbarr'd : sure , by the distant noise , The height will fit my Fatal purpose well . Joc. What hoa , my Oedipus ! see , where he stands ! His groping Ghost is lodg'd upon a Tow'r , Nor can it find the Road : Mount , mount , my soul ; I 'll wrap thy shivering Spirit in Lambent Flames ! and so we 'll sail . But see ! we 're landed on the happy Coast ; And all the Golden Strands are cover'd o're With glorious Gods , that come to try our Cause : Jove , Jove , whose Majesty now sinks me down , He who himself burns in unlawful fires , Shall judge , and shall acquit us , O , 't is done ; 'T is fixt by Fate , upon Record Divine : And Oedipus shall now be ever mine . [ Dyes . Oed. Speak , Haemon ; what has Fate been doing there ? What dreadful deed has mad Jocasta done ? Haem . The Queen her self , and all your wretched Off-spring , Are by her Fury slain . Oed. By all my woes , She has out-done me , in Revenge and Murder ; And I should envy her the sad applause : But , Oh! my Children ! Oh , what have they done ? This was not like the mercy of the Heav'ns , To set her madness on such Cruelty : This stirs me more than all my sufferings , And with my last breath I must call you Tyrants . Haem . What mean you , Sir. Oed. Jocasta ! lo , I come . O Lajus , Labdacus , and all you Spirits Of the Cadmean Race , prepare to meet me , All weeping rang'd along the gloomy Shore : Extend your Arms t' embrace me ; for I come ; May all the Gods too from their Battlements Behold , and wonder at a Mortals daring ; And , when I knock the Goal of dreadful death , Shout and applaud me with a clap of Thunder : Once more , thus wing'd by horrid Fate , I come Swift as a falling Meteor ; lo , I flye , And thus go downwards , to the darker Sky . [ Thunder . He flings himself from the Window : The Thebans gather about his Body . Haem . O Prophet , Oedipus is now no more ! O curs'd Effect of the most deep despair ! Tir. Cease your Complaints , and bear his body hence ; The dreadful sight will daunt the drooping Thebans , Whom Heav'n decrees to raise with Peace and Glory : Yet , by these terrible Examples warn'd , The sacred Fury thus Alarms the World. Let none , tho' ne're so Vertuous , great and High , Be judg'd entirely blest before they Dye .
EPILOGUE . WHAT Sophocles could undertake alone , Our Poets found a Work for more than one ; And therefore Two lay tugging at the piece , With all their force , to draw the pondrous Mass from Greece . A weight that bent ev'n Seneca's strong Muse , And which Corneille's Shoulders did refuse . So hard it is th' Athenian Harp to string ! So much two Consuls yield to one just King. Terrour and pity this whole Poem sway ; The mightiest Machines that can mount a Play ; How heavy will those Vulgar Souls be found , Whom two such Engines cannot move from ground ? When Greece and Rome have smil'd upon this Birth , You can but Damn for one poor spot of Earth ; And when your Children find your judgment such , They 'll scorn their Sires , and wish themselves born Dutch ; Each haughty Poet will infer with ease , How much his Wit must under-write to please . As some strong Churle would brandishing advance The monumental Sword that conquer'd France ; So you , by judging this , your judgments teach Thus far you like , that is , thus far you reach . Since then the Vote of full two Thousand years Has Crown'd this Plot , and all the Dead are theirs . Think it a Debt you pay , not Alms you give , And in your own defence , let this Play live . Think 'em not vain , when Sophocles is shown , To praise his worth , they humbly doubt their own . Yet as weak States each others pow'r assure , Weak Poets by Conjunction are secure . Their Treat is what your Pallats rellish most , Charm ! Song ! and Show ! a Murder and a Ghost ! We know not what you can desire or hope , To please you more , but burning of a Pope . FINIS .