What's mean'st thou? All I know I will declare.
   OEDIPUS
   But for thy prompting never had the seer
   Ascribed to me the death of Laius.
   CREON
   If so he thou knowest best; but I
   Would put thee to the question in my turn.
   OEDIPUS
   Question and prove me murderer if thou canst.
   CREON
   Then let me ask thee, didst thou wed my sister?
   OEDIPUS
   A fact so plain I cannot well deny.
   CREON
   And as thy consort queen she shares the throne?
   OEDIPUS
   I grant her freely all her heart desires.
   CREON
   And with you twain I share the triple rule?
   OEDIPUS
   Yea, and it is that proves thee a false friend.
   CREON
   Not so, if thou wouldst reason with thyself,
   As I with myself. First, I bid thee think,
   Would any mortal choose a troubled reign
   Of terrors rather than secure repose,
   If the same power were given him? As for me,
   I have no natural craving for the name
   Of king, preferring to do kingly deeds,
   And so thinks every sober-minded man.
   Now all my needs are satisfied through thee,
   And I have naught to fear; but were I king,
   My acts would oft run counter to my will.
   How could a title then have charms for me
   Above the sweets of boundless influence?
   I am not so infatuate as to grasp
   The shadow when I hold the substance fast.
   Now all men cry me Godspeed! wish me well,
   And every suitor seeks to gain my ear,
   If he would hope to win a grace from thee.
   Why should I leave the better, choose the worse?
   That were sheer madness, and I am not mad.
   No such ambition ever tempted me,
   Nor would I have a share in such intrigue.
   And if thou doubt me, first to Delphi go,
   There ascertain if my report was true
   Of the god's answer; next investigate
   If with the seer I plotted or conspired,
   And if it prove so, sentence me to death,
   Not by thy voice alone, but mine and thine.
   But O condemn me not, without appeal,
   On bare suspicion. 'Tis not right to adjudge
   Bad men at random good, or good men bad.
   I would as lief a man should cast away
   The thing he counts most precious, his own life,
   As spurn a true friend. Thou wilt learn in time
   The truth, for time alone reveals the just;
   A villain is detected in a day.
   CHORUS
   To one who walketh warily his words
   Commend themselves; swift counsels are not sure.
   OEDIPUS
   When with swift strides the stealthy plotter stalks
   I must be quick too with my counterplot.
   To wait his onset passively, for him
   Is sure success, for me assured defeat.
   CREON
   What then's thy will? To banish me the land?
   OEDIPUS
   I would not have thee banished, no, but dead,
   That men may mark the wages envy reaps.
   CREON
   I see thou wilt not yield, nor credit me.
   OEDIPUS
   (None but a fool would credit such as thou.) [3]
   CREON
   Thou art not wise.
   OEDIPUS
   Wise for myself at least.
   CREON
   Why not for me too?
   OEDIPUS
   Why for such a knave?
   CREON
   Suppose thou lackest sense.
   OEDIPUS
   Yet kings must rule.
   CREON
   Not if they rule ill.
   OEDIPUS
   Oh my Thebans, hear him!
   CREON
   Thy Thebans? am not I a Theban too?
   CHORUS
   Cease, princes; lo there comes, and none too soon,
   Jocasta from the palace. Who so fit
   As peacemaker to reconcile your feud?
   (Enter JOCASTA.)
   JOCASTA
   Misguided princes, why have ye upraised
   This wordy wrangle? Are ye not ashamed,
   While the whole land lies striken, thus to voice
   Your private injuries? Go in, my lord;
   Go home, my brother, and forebear to make
   A public scandal of a petty grief.
   CREON
   My royal sister, Oedipus, thy lord,
   Hath bid me choose (O dread alternative!)
   An outlaw's exile or a felon's death.
   OEDIPUS
   Yes, lady; I have caught him practicing
   Against my royal person his vile arts.
   CREON
   May I ne'er speed but die accursed, if I
   In any way am guilty of this charge.
   JOCASTA
   Believe him, I adjure thee, Oedipus,
   First for his solemn oath's sake, then for mine,
   And for thine elders' sake who wait on thee.
   CHORUS
   (Str. 1)
   Hearken, King, reflect, we pray thee, but not stubborn but relent.
   OEDIPUS
   Say to what should I consent?
   CHORUS
   Respect a man whose probity and troth
   Are known to all and now confirmed by oath.
   OEDIPUS
   Dost know what grace thou cravest?
   CHORUS
   Yea, I know.
   OEDIPUS
   Declare it then and make thy meaning plain.
   CHORUS
   Brand not a friend whom babbling tongues assail;
   Let not suspicion 'gainst his oath prevail.
   OEDIPUS
   Bethink you that in seeking this ye seek
   In very sooth my death or banishment?
   CHORUS
   No, by the leader of the host divine!
   (Str. 2)
   Witness, thou Sun, such thought was never mine,
   Unblest, unfriended may I perish,
   If ever I such wish did cherish!
   But O my heart is desolate
   Musing on our striken State,
   Doubly fall'n should discord grow
   Twixt you twain, to crown our woe.
   OEDIPUS
   Well, let him go, no matter what it cost me,
   Or certain death or shameful banishment,
   For your sake I relent, not his; and him,
   Where'er he be, my heart shall still abhor.
   CREON
   Thou art as sullen in thy yielding mood
   As in thine anger thou wast truculent.
   Such tempers justly plague themselves the most.
   OEDIPUS
   Leave me in peace and get thee gone.
   CREON
   I go,
   By thee misjudged, but justified by these.
   (Exeunt CREON)
   CHORUS
   (Ant. 1)
   Lady, lead indoors thy consort; wherefore longer here delay?
   JOCASTA
   Tell me first how rose the fray.
   CHORUS
   Rumors bred unjust suspicious and injustice rankles sore.
   JOCASTA
   Were both at fault?
   CHORUS
   Both.
   JOCASTA
   What was the tale?
   CHORUS
   Ask me no more. The land is sore distressed;
   'Twere better sleeping ills to leave at rest.
   OEDIPUS
   Strange counsel, friend! I know thou mean'st me well,
   And yet would'st mitigate and blunt my zeal.
   CHORUS
   (Ant. 2)
   King, I say it once again,
   Witless were I prove 
					     					 			d, insane,
   If I lightly put away
   Thee my country's prop and stay,
   Pilot who, in danger sought,
   To a quiet haven brought
   Our distracted State; and now
   Who can guide us right but thou?
   JOCASTA
   Let me too, I adjure thee, know, O king,
   What cause has stirred this unrelenting wrath.
   OEDIPUS
   I will, for thou art more to me than these.
   Lady, the cause is Creon and his plots.
   JOCASTA
   But what provoked the quarrel? make this clear.
   OEDIPUS
   He points me out as Laius' murderer.
   JOCASTA
   Of his own knowledge or upon report?
   OEDIPUS
   He is too cunning to commit himself,
   And makes a mouthpiece of a knavish seer.
   JOCASTA
   Then thou mayest ease thy conscience on that score.
   Listen and I'll convince thee that no man
   Hath scot or lot in the prophetic art.
   Here is the proof in brief. An oracle
   Once came to Laius (I will not say
   'Twas from the Delphic god himself, but from
   His ministers) declaring he was doomed
   To perish by the hand of his own son,
   A child that should be born to him by me.
   Now Laius—so at least report affirmed—
   Was murdered on a day by highwaymen,
   No natives, at a spot where three roads meet.
   As for the child, it was but three days old,
   When Laius, its ankles pierced and pinned
   Together, gave it to be cast away
   By others on the trackless mountain side.
   So then Apollo brought it not to pass
   The child should be his father's murderer,
   Or the dread terror find accomplishment,
   And Laius be slain by his own son.
   Such was the prophet's horoscope. O king,
   Regard it not. Whate'er the god deems fit
   To search, himself unaided will reveal.
   OEDIPUS
   What memories, what wild tumult of the soul
   Came o'er me, lady, as I heard thee speak!
   JOCASTA
   What mean'st thou? What has shocked and startled thee?
   OEDIPUS
   Methought I heard thee say that Laius
   Was murdered at the meeting of three roads.
   JOCASTA
   So ran the story that is current still.
   OEDIPUS
   Where did this happen? Dost thou know the place?
   JOCASTA
   Phocis the land is called; the spot is where
   Branch roads from Delphi and from Daulis meet.
   OEDIPUS
   And how long is it since these things befell?
   JOCASTA
   'Twas but a brief while were thou wast proclaimed
   Our country's ruler that the news was brought.
   OEDIPUS
   O Zeus, what hast thou willed to do with me!
   JOCASTA
   What is it, Oedipus, that moves thee so?
   OEDIPUS
   Ask me not yet; tell me the build and height
   Of Laius? Was he still in manhood's prime?
   JOCASTA
   Tall was he, and his hair was lightly strewn
   With silver; and not unlike thee in form.
   OEDIPUS
   O woe is me! Mehtinks unwittingly
   I laid but now a dread curse on myself.
   JOCASTA
   What say'st thou? When I look upon thee, my king,
   I tremble.
   OEDIPUS
   'Tis a dread presentiment
   That in the end the seer will prove not blind.
   One further question to resolve my doubt.
   JOCASTA
   I quail; but ask, and I will answer all.
   OEDIPUS
   Had he but few attendants or a train
   Of armed retainers with him, like a prince?
   JOCASTA
   They were but five in all, and one of them
   A herald; Laius in a mule-car rode.
   OEDIPUS
   Alas! 'tis clear as noonday now. But say,
   Lady, who carried this report to Thebes?
   JOCASTA
   A serf, the sole survivor who returned.
   OEDIPUS
   Haply he is at hand or in the house?
   JOCASTA
   No, for as soon as he returned and found
   Thee reigning in the stead of Laius slain,
   He clasped my hand and supplicated me
   To send him to the alps and pastures, where
   He might be farthest from the sight of Thebes.
   And so I sent him. 'Twas an honest slave
   And well deserved some better recompense.
   OEDIPUS
   Fetch him at once. I fain would see the man.
   JOCASTA
   He shall be brought; but wherefore summon him?
   OEDIPUS
   Lady, I fear my tongue has overrun
   Discretion; therefore I would question him.
   JOCASTA
   Well, he shall come, but may not I too claim
   To share the burden of thy heart, my king?
   OEDIPUS
   And thou shalt not be frustrate of thy wish.
   Now my imaginings have gone so far.
   Who has a higher claim that thou to hear
   My tale of dire adventures? Listen then.
   My sire was Polybus of Corinth, and
   My mother Merope, a Dorian;
   And I was held the foremost citizen,
   Till a strange thing befell me, strange indeed,
   Yet scarce deserving all the heat it stirred.
   A roisterer at some banquet, flown with wine,
   Shouted "Thou art not true son of thy sire."
   It irked me, but I stomached for the nonce
   The insult; on the morrow I sought out
   My mother and my sire and questioned them.
   They were indignant at the random slur
   Cast on my parentage and did their best
   To comfort me, but still the venomed barb
   Rankled, for still the scandal spread and grew.
   So privily without their leave I went
   To Delphi, and Apollo sent me back
   Baulked of the knowledge that I came to seek.
   But other grievous things he prophesied,
   Woes, lamentations, mourning, portents dire;
   To wit I should defile my mother's bed
   And raise up seed too loathsome to behold,
   And slay the father from whose loins I sprang.
   Then, lady,—thou shalt hear the very truth—
   As I drew near the triple-branching roads,
   A herald met me and a man who sat
   In a car drawn by colts—as in thy tale—
   The man in front and the old man himself
   Threatened to thrust me rudely from the path,
   Then jostled by the charioteer in wrath
   I struck him, and the old man, seeing this,
   Watched till I passed and from his car brought down
   Full on my head the double-pointed goad.
   Yet was I quits with him and more; one stroke
   Of my good staff sufficed to fling him clean
   Out of the chariot seat and laid him prone.
   And so I slew them every one. But if
   Betwixt this stranger there was aught in common
   With Laius, who more miserable than I,
   What mortal could you find more god-abhorred?
   Wretch whom no sojourner, no citizen
   May harbor or address, whom all are bound
   To harry from their homes. And this same curse
   Was laid on me, and laid by none but me.
   Yea with these hands all gory I pollute
   The bed of him I slew. Say, am I vile?
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   Am I not utterly unclean, a wretch
   Doomed to be banished, and in banishment
   Forgo the sight of all my dearest ones,
   And never tread again my native earth;
   Or else to wed my mother and slay my sire,
   Polybus, who begat me and upreared?
   If one should say, this is the handiwork
   Of some inhuman power, who could blame
   His judgment? But, ye pure and awful gods,
   Forbid, forbid that I should see that day!
   May I be blotted out from living men
   Ere such a plague spot set on me its brand!
   CHORUS
   We too, O king, are troubled; but till thou
   Hast questioned the survivor, still hope on.
   OEDIPUS
   My hope is faint, but still enough survives
   To bid me bide the coming of this herd.
   JOCASTA
   Suppose him here, what wouldst thou learn of him?
   OEDIPUS
   I'll tell thee, lady; if his tale agrees
   With thine, I shall have 'scaped calamity.
   JOCASTA
   And what of special import did I say?
   OEDIPUS
   In thy report of what the herdsman said
   Laius was slain by robbers; now if he
   Still speaks of robbers, not a robber, I
   Slew him not; "one" with "many" cannot square.
   But if he says one lonely wayfarer,
   The last link wanting to my guilt is forged.
   JOCASTA
   Well, rest assured, his tale ran thus at first,
   Nor can he now retract what then he said;
   Not I alone but all our townsfolk heard it.
   E'en should he vary somewhat in his story,
   He cannot make the death of Laius
   In any wise jump with the oracle.
   For Loxias said expressly he was doomed
   To die by my child's hand, but he, poor babe,
   He shed no blood, but perished first himself.
   So much for divination. Henceforth I
   Will look for signs neither to right nor left.
   OEDIPUS
   Thou reasonest well. Still I would have thee send
   And fetch the bondsman hither. See to it.
   JOCASTA
   That will I straightway. Come, let us within.
   I would do nothing that my lord mislikes.
   (Exeunt OEDIPUS and JOCASTA)
   CHORUS
   (Str. 1)
   My lot be still to lead
   The life of innocence and fly
   Irreverence in word or deed,
   To follow still those laws ordained on high
   Whose birthplace is the bright ethereal sky
   No mortal birth they own,
   Olympus their progenitor alone:
   Ne'er shall they slumber in oblivion cold,
   The god in them is strong and grows not old.
   (Ant. 1)
   Of insolence is bred
   The tyrant; insolence full blown,
   With empty riches surfeited,
   Scales the precipitous height and grasps the throne.
   Then topples o'er and lies in ruin prone;
   No foothold on that dizzy steep.
   But O may Heaven the true patriot keep