The Theban Plays

Oedipus Rex, Oedipus at Colonus and Antigone

Sophocles, Sir George Young

• Editore: Dover Publications
• Anno: 2012
• ISBN:
  9780486114972
• Argomento: Literature
• Categoria: Ancient & Classical Drama

The stirring tale of a legendary royal family's fall and ultimate redemption, the Theban trilogy endures as the crowning achievement of Greek drama. Sophocles' three-play cycle, chronicling Oedipus's search for the truth and its tragic results, remains essential reading for English and classical studies majors as well as for all students of Western civilization.
Oedipus Rex unfolds amid a city in the relentless grip of a plague. When an oracle proclaims that only an act of vengeance will lift the curse from Thebes, King Oedipus vows to bring a murderer to justice. His quest engenders a series of keen dramatic ironies, culminating in the fulfillment of a dreaded prophecy. Oedipus at Colonus finds the former ruler in exile. Old and blind, he seeks a peaceful place to end his torment, but finds only challenges from his reluctant hosts and a summons back to Thebes from his warring sons. The trilogy concludes with Antigone, in which Oedipus's courageous daughter defies her tyrannical uncle in a provocative exploration of the demands of loyalty and duty. Includes a selection from the Common Core State Standards Initiative: Oedipus Rex.

Oedipus at Colonus

Scene—Colonus, before the Sacred Grove of the Erinyes.

[Enter OEDIPUS and ANTIGONE.]

OEDIPUS Antigone, child of a blind old man,

What lands are these, or what the folk whose gates
We have attained? Who shall receive to-day
With stinted alms the wanderer Œdipus?—
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.

ANTIGONE Towers are there, O my father, Œdipus,

Covering a city, I perceive, afar;
This place, as I suppose, is consecrate;
It blooms with laurel, olive and the vine;²¹
Thick-flying nightingales within it warble;
Here stretch thy limbs, upon this rough-hewn stone;
For thou art aged to have come so far.

ŒDIPUS Seat me and guard me still; for I am blind.

ANTIGONE I know—that is an old tale—tell not me.

OEDIPUS Well, can you teach me whither we are come?

ANTIGONE To Athens, that I know; but not the quarter.

CEDIPUS So much we heard from every passenger.

ANTIGONE But shall I go and ask what place it is?

OEDIPUS Why yes, my child; if it seems hospitable.

ANTIGONE O yes, there are some dwellings.—There’s no need,

I think: for here’s a man, I see, close to us.

OEDIPUS What, moving and approaching hitherward?

ANTIGONE Yes, here, I mean, at hand. Say what is needful;

This is the man.

[Enter a Stranger, an inhabitant of Colonus.]

ŒDIPUS Stranger, this maiden tells me

(Whose eyesight serves both for herself and me)
Of your approach, an apt intelligencer
Of things we cannot guess—

STRANGER Ere you ask further

Come from that seat; you trespass on a place
No foot may desecrate.

ŒDIPUS What is the place?

To what God dedicated?

STRANGER It is kept

From touch or dwelling: the dread Goddesses
Hold it, the daughters of the Earth and Gloom.

ŒDIPUS Who? By what solemn name denominate

Might I invoke them?

STRANGER By the natives here

They would be called the All-seeing Favourers;
Other fit names elsewhere.

ŒDIPUS May they receive

With mercy me their supplicant; and I
From this land’s harbour will go forth no more!

STRANGER What does this mean?

ŒDIPUS ’Tis my misfortunes’ weird.

STRANGER Truly I dare not turn him out, before

I tell the rest—without authority.

ŒDIPUS Sir, in Heaven’s name do not begrudge me—me

A wanderer—what I crave of you to say!

STRANGER Explain, and I will show I grudge you not.

ŒDIPUS What ground is this we have been treading on?

STRANGER You shall hear all I know. First the whole place is holy,

Inhabited by dread Poseidon;²² next
The Deity that brought fire abides in it,
Titan Prometheus;²³ this same spot you press
They call the Brass-paved Causeway²⁴ of the land—
Rampart of Athens; the adjoining farms
Boast them Colonus²⁵ 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.

ŒDIPUS Did you say any men lived hereabouts?

STRANGER Yes truly, and that they bear this Hero’s name.

ŒDIPUS Have they a chief, or lies it with the folk

To hold debate?

STRANGER These parts are in the rule

Of the king of the City.

ŒDIPUS Who is he whose might

And counsel sway them?

STRANGER Theseus is his name,

Old Ægeus’ son.

ŒDIPUS Would one of you go fetch him?

STRANGER What should one tell or move him to come here for?

ŒDIPUS Say, to gain much by a small act of kindness.

STRANGER And where’s the service in a man that’s blind?

ŒDIPUS There will be eyes in all that I shall say.

STRANGER Come, this you may, sir, and without offence;

(Since you are worshipful to look upon,
Saving God’s 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.

ŒDIPUS My daughter, has the stranger gone away?

ANTIGONE Yes, he has gone. You may say anything

Securely, father; none are here but I.

ŒDIPUS Queens, with stern faces! since of all this land

First in your sanctuary I seated me,
To Phœbus,²⁶ as to me, turn no deaf ear,
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 hosts—a curse
To those who sent me into banishment;
Giving me rede a sign of this should come,
In earthquake, thunder, or lightning out of heaven.
Now I perceive it is from none but you,
The faithful omen that has guided me
Along my pathway hither to this grove.
Else I should never in my wayfaring
Have met you first so fitly—strangers you
To wine,²⁷ as I am—or have taken seat
Upon this awful footstone, all unhewn.
Now therefore, Goddesses, bestow on me,
According to Apollo’s oracle,
Some passing, some quick finish of my life;
If I appear not still unperfected
In my continual servitude of toils,
The extremest mortals know. Come, you kind daughters
Of ancient Gloom! Come, thou that bear’st the name
Of mightiest Pallas,²⁸ Athens, first of cities,
Have pity upon this miserable ghost
Of what was Œdipus! He is not now
Such as of old.

ANTIG...