OEDIPUS AT COLONUS
Lest thou shouldst find the silent grassy glade
Where offerings are laid,
Bowls of spring water mingled with sweet mead.
Thou must not stay,
Come, come away,
Tired wanderer, dost thou heed?
(We are far off, but sure our voice can reach.)
If aught thou wouldst beseech,
Speak where ’tis right; till then refrain from speech.
Oedipus
Daughter, what counsel should we now pursue?
Antigone
We must obey and do as here they do.
Oedipus
Thy hand then!
Antigone
Here, O father, is my hand,
Oedipus
O Sirs, if I come forth at your command,
Let me not suffer for my confidence.
Chorus
(Str. 2)
Against thy will no man shall drive thee hence.
Oedipus
Shall I go further?
Chorus
Aye.
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