OEDIPUS AT COLONUS
She or a stranger? Do I wake or dream?
’Tis she; ’tis not—I cannot tell, alack;
It is no other! Now her bright’ning glance
Greets me with recognition, yes, ’tis she,
Herself, Ismene!
Oedipus
Ha! what say ye, child?
Antigone
That I behold thy daughter and my sister,
And thou wilt know her straightway by her voice.
Enter Ismene.
Ismene
Father and sister, names to me most sweet,
How hardly have I found you, hardly now
When found at last can see you through my tears!
Oedipus
Art come, my child?
Ismene
O father, sad thy plight!
Oedipus
Child, thou art here?
Ismene
Yes, ’twas a weary way.
Oedipus
Touch me, my child.
Ismene
I give a hand to both.
Oedipus
O children—sisters!
Ismene
O disastrous plight!
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