Epeisodion 1
Oedipus
My child, have you come?
Ismene
Father, your fate is sad to see!
Oedipus
Are you with us, my child?
Ismene
Not without toil, indeed, for myself.
Oedipus
Touch me, my daughter!
Ismene
I give a hand to each at once.
Oedipus
Ah my children, my sisters!
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Ismene
Alas, twice-wretched life!
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Oedipus
Her life and mine?
Ismene
And mine, wretched me, makes a third.
Oedipus
Child, why have you come?
Ismene
Through concern for you, father.
Oedipus
Through longing to see me?
Ismene
Yes, and to bring you news by my own mouth, with the only faithful servant that I had.
Oedipus
And where are the young men, your brothers, in our need?
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Ismene
They are where they are; their circumstances now are terrible.
Oedipus
True image of the ways of Egypt that they show in their spirit and their life! For there the men sit weaving in the house,
but the wives go forth to win the daily bread. And in your case, my daughters, those to whom these toils belonged keep the house at home like maidens, while you two, in their place, bear your poor father’s woes.
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The one, from the time when her youth was past and she came into her strength, has always been this old man’s guide in weary wanderings, often roaming, hungry and barefoot, through the wild woods, often battered by rains and scorching sun.
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And the comforts of home, poor girl, she holds in the second place, so long as her father should have her care. And you, my child, in former days came forth, bringing your father, unknown to the Cadmeans, all the oracles that had been given concerning Oedipus.
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You became a faithful guardian on my behalf, when I was being driven from the land. Now, in turn, what new tidings have you brought your father, Ismene? On what mission have you set forth from home? For you do not come empty-handed, I know well,
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or without some cause of fear for me.
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Ismene
The sufferings that I bore, father, in seeking where you dwelt, I will pass by; I would not renew the pain in the recital.
But the evils that now beset your ill-fated sons—it is of these that I have come to tell. At first it was their decision that the throne should be left to Creon, and the city spared pollution, when they thought calmly about the ancient blight on our race,
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and how it has clung to your unfortunate house. But now, moved by some god and by sinful heart, an evil strife has seized them—thrice-deluded!—to grasp at rule and the power of a tyrant. And the younger son has stripped the elder, Polyneices, of the throne,
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and has driven him from his fatherland. But he, as the widespread rumor says among us, has gone to the valley of Argos as an exile, and is taking to himself a new marriage connection, and warriors for his friends, intending that Argos soon get hold of the Cadmean land,
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or send its praises to the sky. These are not empty words, my father, but terrible deeds; and where the gods will have pity on your grief, I cannot tell.
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Oedipus
What, had you come to hope that the gods would ever have concern enough for me to give me rescue?
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Ismene
Yes, that is my hope, father, from the present oracles.
Oedipus
What are they? What has been prophesied, my child?
