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620 Sophocles [ 194-216]<br />

Enough, I tell thee.<br />

Shall I sit down?<br />

CHORUS<br />

OEDIPUS<br />

CHORUS<br />

Yea, move sideways and crouch low on the edge of the rock.<br />

ANTIGONE<br />

Father, this is my task: to quiet step.<br />

Ah me! ah me!<br />

OEDIPUS<br />

ANTIGONE<br />

Knit step, and lean thy aged frame upon my loving arm.<br />

OEDIPUS<br />

Woe for the doom of a dark soul!<br />

(ANTIGONE seats him on the rock.)<br />

CHORUS<br />

Ah, hapless one, since now thou hast ease, speak,—whence art<br />

thou sprung? In what name art thou led on thy weary way? What<br />

is the fatherland whereof thou hast to tell us?<br />

OEDIPUS<br />

Strangers, I am an exile—but forbear . . .<br />

CHORUS<br />

What is this, that thou forbiddest, old man?<br />

OEDIPUS<br />

—forbear, forbear to ask me who I am;—seek—probe—no further!<br />

What means this?<br />

Dread the birth . . .<br />

Speak!<br />

CHORUS<br />

OEDIPUS<br />

CHORUS<br />

OEDIPUS (to ANTIGONE)<br />

My child—alas!—what shall I say?

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