ACT II

[_The following passage fittingly opens the second act or episode. Although some editors would assign it to_ Antigone, _it seems more fittingly to belong to a messenger who has just arrived, for the double reason that it gives fresher information from Thebes than_ Antigone _would naturally possess; and that_ Oedipus, _after the speech to his daughter with which the previous scene ended, would hardly address to her as rough a reply as he uses in his next speech._]

_Messenger:_ Thee, sprung from regal stock to be our guide, 320 In fear of civil strife our Thebes invokes, And prays that thou wouldst save thy father's house From the flaming torch of war. No mere threats, these; For ever nearer does destruction come. One brother claims his share of royal power, His turn to rule according to the bond, And now is rousing all the tribes of Greece 325 To bloody war. Against the walls of Thebes Seven camps have set them down. Haste to our aid, And war and crime prohibit equally.

_Oedipus:_ Do I seem one to stay the hand of crime, And teach it to refrain from kindred blood? Should I teach righteousness and filial love? 330 They take me as a model for their crimes, And follow me. I gladly recognize And praise them as my sons; I urge them on To do some outrage worthy of their sire. Then on, my worthy offspring; by your deeds Approve your noble birth; do ye surpass 335 My glory and my praises; do some deed Because of which your father will rejoice That he has lived till now. And well I know That you will do it; for to such an end Were ye brought forth. Such noble birth as yours Cannot be satisfied with common crime Or slight. Then forward with your impious arms! Attack your household gods with flaming brands; 340 With torches gather in the ripened grain Upon your native fields; confuse all things, And hurry all to ruin absolute; O'erthrow the city's walls, yea, lay them low, E'en to the level of the plain; the gods And temples in one common fall o'erwhelm; Destroy our lares, now so foully stained, And let our whole house perish utterly; 345 Let all the city be consumed with fire, And be my impious marriage chamber first To feel the flames.

_Antigone:_ This raging storm of grief Give o'er; and let the sorrows of the state Prevail with thee to reconcile thy sons.

_Oedipus:_ And dost thou think that thou dost see in me 350 A mild old man given o'er to peaceful thoughts? And dost thou summon me unto thine aid, As one who loves to 'stablish peace? Not so: For even now my spirit swells with rage, My grief burns fiercely, and I long to see Some greater deed than chance or youthful wrath Would dare attempt. I am not satisfied With civil war: let brother brother slay. 355 Nor yet would this suffice. I wait to see Some evil done that shall be like my own, That shall be worthy of my marriage bed. Give deadly weapons to my mother's hand-- But do not seek to drag me from these woods. Here will I hide within the rocky caves, Or hedge myself about with thickets dense. 360 Here will I catch at warlike rumor rife And hear what news I may of brothers' strife.