From his dark eyes thy bleffed light! profcrib'd, HIGH PRIEST. In thefe execrations We all unite. OEDIPUS. Gods! let the guilty fuffer, And they alone! or if the high decrees The glorious work, and make the victim known! [To the people. Return, my people, to the temple; there Once more entreat the gods: perhaps your pray'rs May from their heav'nly manfions draw them down To dwell amongst us: if they lov'd the king, They will avenge his death, and kind to him Who From his dark eyes thy bleffed light! profcrib'd, Of burial, let his body be the prey HIGH PRIEST. In these execrations We all unite. OEDIPUS. Gods! let the guilty fuffer, And they alone! or if the high decrees. His punishment, at least indulgent grant, The glorious work, and make the victim known! [To the people. Return, my people, to the temple; there Once more entreat the gods: perhaps your pray'rs May from their heav'nly mansions draw them down To dwell amongst us: if they lov'd the king, They will avenge his death, and kind to him. Who Who errs unknowing, will direct this arm For juftice rais'd, and teach me where to ftrike. The END of the FIRST ACT. ACT II. SCENE I. JOCASTA, EGINA, ARASPES, CHORUS. BELIEVE ARASPES. ELIEVE me, 'tis too true, my royal mistress, Accuse the hapless Philoctetes: fate Hath fent him back to fave this wretched kingdom. -JOCASTA. What do I hear, ye pow'rs? EGINA. 'Tis wonderful. JOCASTA. Who? Philoctetes? ARASPES. Yes, it must be he: To whom can we impute it but to him? From From Oedipus his trait'rous purpose scarce The rancour of his heart. I know not what He was at Thebes: e'er fince that dreadful hour, But the high name which he had gain'd in war, And his heroic deeds, have ftopp'd the tongue. CHORUS. |