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EURIPIDES.
Oedipus.
Dear hapless dead sons of a hapless sire!
Antigone.
Ah Polyneikes, name most dear to me!
Oedipus.
Now, child, doth Loxias' oracle come to pass,—
Antigone.
What? Wilt thou tell new ills beside the old?
Oedipus.
That I, a wanderer, should in Athens die.1705
Antigone.
Where? What Athenian burg shall harbour thee?
Oedipus.
Hallowed Colonus, Chariot-father's[1] home.
On then: to this thy blind sire minister,
Since thou art fixed to share my banishment.
Antigone.
To woeful exile pass away.1710
Stretch forth, O father hoary-grey,
Thy dear hand: grasp me. Thee I lead,
As breeze wafts on the galley's speed.
- ↑ Poseidon, the Sea-god, who created the first war-horse.
