DIP. Royal Apollo, may he bring success PR. And safety, as it brightens in his eye!" Cheerful indeed his aspect; else his head With wreaths of laurel had not thus been crown'd. CDIP. Soon shall we know; he now may be address'd. CEDIPUS, CREON, THEBANS. DIP. Son of Menceceus, to the royal blood Allied, what answer bring'st thou from the god? CR. Of good I have to tell thee: all our ill May, if directed well, find happy end. CDIP. Relate his words distinctly; for thy speech Nor gives me confidence, nor wakes my fears. CDIP. Speak to them all; for dearer than my life CR. Then let me speak what from the god I heard. CDIP. What the offence? the expiation what? CR. For this blood desolates the suffering land. ŒDIP. At whose disastrous fortune doth this point? Once, ere the empire of this state was thine, Laius, O king, was sovereign lord of Thebes. DIP. This from the voice of fame hath reach'd my ears, But Laius never did mine eyes behold. CR. His death the god with no ambiguous voice L. 84. See the Hippolytus of Euripides, 1. 850. n. CDIP. Where are they? By what methods may be found CR. And never to his royal house return'd. CDIP. Did none return, none of his train, who saw CR. That, met by ruffians, not by one man's force CDIP. What pressing ill, your monarch murder'd thus, EDIP. But I will bring them into light again From their first cause. Of Phoebus for the dead This zeal is worthy, worthy too of thee; And me confederate in the same just cause I will avenge. Not for some distant friend, L. 140. There is some little obscurity here. Edipus had declared his purpose to engage in this inquiry for the relief of his country, and in concurrence with the god. He now mentions an additional motive, which more nearly concerned himself; it was the common cause of royalty. The ruf But for myself, this execrable guilt Be it my care to crush: for the same hand, But rise, my children, from your lowly seats With speed, and bear these suppliant branches hence. My pow'r shall be exerted; and once more Let us arise, my sons: our sovereign grants Thou oracle of Jove, what fate fian, that murdered Laius, might, if he were permitted to go unpunished, murder him. By rãv årwriga qiλwy," some distant friend," he points to Laius; the expression is indeed indefinite, but it was neither necessary nor proper that it should be more distinctly marked; with regard to Laius thus far Edipus had been very cold and indifferent. L. 156. Oracles were by the ancients ultimately referred to Jupiter. This prophetic power he gave to other deities whom he was disposed to grace ; thus Eschylus, speaking of Apollo, says, With his own sacred skill high Jove inspired His raptured soul, and placed him on his throne, The fourth prophetic god, whence now he gives THE FURIES. O Delian Pæan, healing pow'r! Daughter of golden Hope, to me, Blest voice, what now dost thou decree, Or in time's future hour? Daughter of heav'n's almighty lord, Immortal Pallas, hear! And thou, Diana, queen ador'd, Whose tutelary care Protects these walls, this favour'd state, And save the sick'ning land! This realm when former ills opprest Outrageous to devour; In mercy now extend your care, And vain the counsels of the wise. The birth abortive dies. The Shades, as birds of rapid flight, In quick succession go, Quick as the flames that flash through night,... To Pluto's realms below. Th' unpeopled town beholds the dead Nor graced with tear or obsequy. The altars round a mournful band, The wives, the hoary matrons, stand, With deep sighs mix'd the hallow'd strain Bursts fervent to the skies: Deign then, O radiant Pallas, deign In all thy might to rise. From this fierce pow'r which raging round Daughter of Jove, my country save; Doth aught the Night from ruin spare? Thy shafts secure of conquest wing, Thy beams around, Diana, throw, The golden mitre round thy head, L. 204. This is the language of poetry: such is the myrtoum mare and mare criticum of Horace. |