Oedipus at Colonus
Sophocles
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Oedipus at Colonus
Sophocles
About This Book
This outstanding drama of classical antiquity, part of the Cadmean trilogy that includes Oedipus Rex and Antigone, was first presented in 405 B.C. Thought to be among Sophocles' last works, it represents the great playwright's crowning achievement in depicting the painful quest for truth and self-knowledge that leads to spiritual triumph.
Blinded and disgraced, Oedipus dwells quietly in Thebes until the kingdom is roiled by discord attributed to his presence and the curse put upon him by the gods. The citizens banish their erstwhile sovereign to years of lonely exile. Finally, the aging king finds refuge in a sacred olive grove at Colonus, near Athens. In the meantime, Oedipus' two sons wage a struggle for control of Thebes. Secure in the protection of Theseus, ruler of Athens, and faithfully attended by his daughters Antigone and Ismene, Oedipus is a towering tragic figure whose final years comprise a moving portrayal of the perseverance of human dignity in the face of an incomprehensible and impersonal universe.
Students, teachers, and lovers of classical drama will welcome this inexpensive edition of an enduring literary and theatrical landmark.
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Oedipus at Colonus
What lands are these, or what the folk whose gates
We have attained? Who shall receive to-day
With stinted alms the wanderer Ćdipus?â
Asking but little; than that little still
Obtaining less; and yet enough for me.
For my afflictions and the weight of years
And something, too, of my own dignity
Teach me contentment. If you see, my child,
Some resting-place, either by sacred grove
Or secular dwelling, stay me and set me down,
That we may find out in what place we are;
For strangers from inhabitants to learn
We are come hither; and what we hear, to do it.
Covering a city, I perceive, afar;
This place, as I suppose, is consecrate;
It blooms with laurel, olive and the vine;1
Thick-flying nightingales within it warble;
Here stretch thy limbs, upon this rough-hewn stone;
For thou art aged to have come so far.
I think: for hereâs a man, I see, close to us.
This is the man.
(Whose eyesight serves both for herself and me).
Of your approach, an apt intelligencer
Of things we cannot guessâ
Come from that seat; you trespass on a place
No foot may desecrate.
To what God dedicated?
From touch or dwelling: the dread Goddesses
Hold it, the daughters of the Earth and Gloom.
Might I invoke them?
They would be called the All-seeing Favourers;
Other fit names elsewhere.
With mercy me their supplicant; and I
From this landâs harbour will go forth no more!
I tell the restâwithout authority.
A wandererâwhat I crave of you to say!
Inhabited by dread Poseidon;2 next
The Deity that brought fire abides in it,
Titan Prometheus;3 this same spot you press
They call the Brass-paved Causeway4 of the landâ
Rampart of Athens; the adjoining farms
Boast them Colonus5 mounted on his horse
For their chief patron, and the people all
Are called by and in common bear his name.
These are the facts, sir stranger; honoured not
So much in story, as cherished on the spot.
To hold debate?
Of the king of the City.
And counsel sway them?
Old Ăgeusâ son.
(Since you are worshipful to look upon,
Saving Godâs hand;) stay there where I first found you,
While I go tell this to the burghers round,
(Here, not in the city;) they will soon decide
If you shall tarry, or depart once more. [Exit.
Securely, father; none are here but I.
First in your sanctuary I seated me,
Who, prophesying of those my many-woes,
Spake of this respite for me at the last
That when my journey ended, in a land
Where I should find asylum, at the shrine
Of awful Powers, and hospitality,
There I should round the goal of my life-sorrow,
There dwell, a blessing to my hostsâa curse
To those who sent m...