The rulers of the thebes oedipus
Yet strange, passing strange, the wise augur and his lore; And my heart it cannot speak; I deny not nor assent, But float, float in wonder at things after and before; Did there lie between their houses some old wrath unspent, That Corinth against Cadmus should do murder by the way?
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Oedipus summons the blind prophet Tiresias for help. One thing be sure of, that thy plots are known. They respond that he is the "same shepherd" who was witness to the murder of Laius, and whom Oedipus had already sent for. He is an old blind man in a prophet's robe, dark, unkempt and sinister in appearance. The strong truth is in this heart. If the shepherd confirms that Laius was attacked by many men, then Oedipus is in the clear. So I heard or so I thought. All should search. Your grief, it cometh to each man apart For his own loss, none other's; but this heart For thee and me and all of us doth weep. Jocasta, shrieking, yells at Oedipus that he is doomed and then runs from the palace.
Save our city: save thine own Greatness: save me; save all that yet doth groan Under the dead man's wrong! Were my words before not plain! The play closes with the following song from the chorus: People of Thebes, my countrymen, look on Oedipus.
All our land doth hold Thee still our saviour, for that help of old: Shall they that tell of thee hereafter tell "By him was Thebes raised up, and after fell! Good guerdon waits you now and a King's love Hereafter. Alan Bloom. While it is a mythological truism that oracles exist to be fulfilled, oracles do not cause the events that lead up to the outcome. That charge it is not in me to gainsay. Oedipus summons the blind prophet Tiresias for help. For the mountain hath spoken, a voice hath flashed from amid the snows, That the wrath of the world go seek for the man whom no man knows.
Apollo, the Pure, the Far-smiter; O Three that keep evil away, If of old for our city's desire, When the death-cloud hung close to her brow, Ye have banished the wound and the fire, Oh! Let him fly, fly, for his need Hath found him; oh, where is the speed That flew with the winds of old, the team of North-Wind's spell?
Thou shalt no murder find in me.
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