ANTIGONE Oh land extolled above all lands, 'tis now For thee to make these glorious t.i.tles good.

OEDIPUS Why this appeal, my daughter?

ANTIGONE Father, lo!

Creon approaches with his company.

OEDIPUS Fear not, it shall be so; if we are old, This country's vigor has no touch of age.

[Enter CREON with attendants]

CREON Burghers, my n.o.ble friends, ye take alarm At my approach (I read it in your eyes), Fear nothing and refrain from angry words.

I come with no ill purpose; I am old, And know the city whither I am come, Without a peer amongst the powers of Greece.

It was by reason of my years that I Was chosen to persuade your guest and bring Him back to Thebes; not the delegate Of one man, but commissioned by the State, Since of all Thebans I have most bewailed, Being his kinsman, his most grievous woes.

O listen to me, luckless Oedipus, Come home! The whole Cadmeian people claim With right to have thee back, I most of all, For most of all (else were I vile indeed) I mourn for thy misfortunes, seeing thee An aged outcast, wandering on and on, A beggar with one handmaid for thy stay.

Ah! who had e'er imagined she could fall To such a depth of misery as this, To tend in penury thy stricken frame, A virgin ripe for wedlock, but unwed, A prey for any wanton ravisher?

Seems it not cruel this reproach I cast On thee and on myself and all the race?

Aye, but an open shame cannot be hid.

Hide it, O hide it, Oedipus, thou canst.

O, by our fathers' G.o.ds, consent I pray; Come back to Thebes, come to thy father's home, Bid Athens, as is meet, a fond farewell; Thebes thy old foster-mother claims thee first.

OEDIPUS O front of bra.s.s, thy subtle tongue would twist To thy advantage every plea of right Why try thy arts on me, why spread again Toils where 'twould gall me sorest to be snared?

In old days when by self-wrought woes distraught, I yearned for exile as a glad release, Thy will refused the favor then I craved.

But when my frenzied grief had spent its force, And I was fain to taste the sweets of home, Then thou wouldst thrust me from my country, then These ties of kindred were by thee ignored; And now again when thou behold'st this State And all its kindly people welcome me, Thou seek'st to part us, wrapping in soft words Hard thoughts. And yet what pleasure canst thou find In forcing friendship on unwilling foes?

Suppose a man refused to grant some boon When you importuned him, and afterwards When you had got your heart's desire, consented, Granting a grace from which all grace had fled, Would not such favor seem an empty boon?

Yet such the boon thou profferest now to me, Fair in appearance, but when tested false.

Yea, I will proved thee false, that these may hear; Thou art come to take me, not to take me home, But plant me on thy borders, that thy State May so escape annoyance from this land.

_That_ thou shalt never gain, but _this_ instead-- My ghost to haunt thy country without end; And for my sons, this heritage--no more-- Just room to die in. Have not I more skill Than thou to draw the horoscope of Thebes?

Are not my teachers surer guides than thine-- Great Phoebus and the sire of Phoebus, Zeus?

Thou art a messenger suborned, thy tongue Is sharper than a sword's edge, yet thy speech Will bring thee more defeats than victories.

Howbeit, I know I waste my words--begone, And leave me here; whate'er may be my lot, He lives not ill who lives withal content.

CREON Which loses in this parley, I o'erthrown By thee, or thou who overthrow'st thyself?

OEDIPUS I shall be well contented if thy suit Fails with these strangers, as it has with me.

CREON Unhappy man, will years ne'er make thee wise?

Must thou live on to cast a slur on age?

OEDIPUS Thou hast a glib tongue, but no honest man, Methinks, can argue well on any side.

CREON 'Tis one thing to speak much, another well.

OEDIPUS Thy words, forsooth, are few and all well aimed!

CREON Not for a man indeed with wits like thine.

OEDIPUS Depart! I bid thee in these burghers' name, And prowl no longer round me to blockade My destined harbor.

CREON I protest to these, Not thee, and for thine answer to thy kin, If e'er I take thee--

OEDIPUS Who against their will Could take me?

CREON Though untaken thou shalt smart.

OEDIPUS What power hast thou to execute this threat?

CREON One of thy daughters is already seized, The other I will carry off anon.

OEDIPUS Woe, woe!

CREON This is but prelude to thy woes.

OEDIPUS Hast thou my child?

CREON And soon shall have the other.

OEDIPUS Ho, friends! ye will not surely play me false?

Chase this unG.o.dly villain from your land.

CHORUS Hence, stranger, hence avaunt! Thou doest wrong In this, and wrong in all that thou hast done.

CREON (to his guards) 'Tis time by force to carry off the girl, If she refuse of her free will to go.

ANTIGONE Ah, woe is me! where shall I fly, where find Succor from G.o.ds or men?

CHORUS What would'st thou, stranger?

CREON I meddle not with him, but her who is mine.

OEDIPUS O princes of the land!

CHORUS Sir, thou dost wrong.

CREON Nay, right.

CHORUS How right?

CREON I take but what is mine.

OEDIPUS Help, Athens!

CHORUS What means this, sirrah? quick unhand her, or We'll fight it out.

CREON Back!

CHORUS Not till thou forbear.

CREON 'Tis war with Thebes if I am touched or harmed.