The Tragedies of Sophocles. Sophocles

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СКАЧАТЬ return home in tears, instead of sharing in the holiday? But when ye are now come to years ripe for marriage, who shall he be, who shall be the man, my daughters, that will hazard taking unto him such reproaches as must be baneful alike to my offspring and to yours? For what misery is wanting? Your sire slew his sire, he had seed of her who bare him, and begat you at the sources of his own being! Such are the taunts that will be cast at you; and who then will wed?1500 The man lives not, no, it cannot be, my children, but ye must wither in barren maidenhood.

      Ah, son of Menoeceus, hear me—since thou art the only father left to them, for we, their parents, are lost, both of us,—allow them not to wander poor and unwed, who are thy kinswomen, nor abase them to the level of my woes. Nay, pity them, when thou seest them at this tender age so utterly forlorn, save for thee. Signify thy promise, generous man, by the touch of thy hand!1510 To you, my children, I would have given much counsel, were your minds mature; but now I would have this to be your prayer—that ye live where occasion suffers, and that the life which is your portion may be happier than your sire's.

      Cr. Thy grief hath had large scope enough: nay, pass into the house.

      Oe. I must obey, though 'tis in no wise sweet. Cr. Yea: for it is in season that all things are good.

      Oe. Knowest thou, then, on what conditions I will ​go? Cr. Thou shalt name them; so shall I know them when I hear.

      Oe. See that thou send me to dwell beyond this land. Cr. Thou askest me for what the god must give.

      Oe. Nay, to the gods I have become most hateful, Cr. Then shalt thou have thy wish anon.

      Oe. So thou consentest? Cr. 'Tis not my wont to 1520 speak idly what I do not mean.

      Oe. Then 'tis time to lead me hence. Cr. Come, then,—but let thy children go.

      Oe. Nay, take not these from me! Cr. Crave not to be master in all things: for the mastery which thou didst win hath not followed thee through life.

      Ch. Dwellers in our native Thebes, behold, this is Oedipus, who knew the famed riddle, and was a man most mighty; on whose fortunes what citizen did not gaze with envy? Behold into what a stormy sea of dread trouble he hath come!

      Therefore, while our eyes wait to see the destined final day, we must call no one happy who is of mortal race,1530 until he hath crossed life's border, free from pain.

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