Sophocles
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...Cithasron,(38) that my doom May come from them who sought my death. But still, One thing I know: nor plague nor other ill Must ever wreck me--else I'd ne'er escaped When dying--till the ghast...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 Excerpt: ...Cithasron,(38) that my doom May come from them who sought my death. But still, One thing I know: nor plague nor other ill Must ever wreck me--else I'd ne'er escaped When dying--till the ghastly doom be shaped. But let my fortune take what path it takes. Then, for my children--for the male ones' sakes Urge no endeavour; they are men, and so Want not for livelihood where'er they go. But these poor girls, my tearful, cheerless pair, Apart from whom my board was never set To separate them from my person yet, But still in all I touched they had their share--Take thought for them. And let me, if I may, Touch them, and weep together, weep away. O Sir, allow this I O gentle and generous! Touch them if I might, I'd feel them mine as when I had my sight. Enter Antigone and Ismene. What is it now? This--O Heavens! No--it cannot be I hear My sweet ones crying, dearest of my dear,--Fetched hither to me by King Creon's kindness? Inform my blindness! Cre. You are informed! I with this boon have blest you For this fond love I knew had long possessed you. / (Ed. Good luck be yours, and for this errand's sake The Spirit W for. you a better guardian make Than e'er for me. Where are you, children? Please Come to these hands; they are your brother's. These Have ministered to make these eyes, once bright, Of your engendering sire have this for sight. Because I would not look, I would not learn; Where I was digged I fathered you in turn. More tears... for you--to see you I've no strength--To think of all the bitter coming length Of life that now the world will make you live. What gatherings or what festivals will give You access, and you will not go away Tearfully home instead of holiday? And when you reach your bridal prime, oh then Who will there be, my children, who of men So ...
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