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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36657	Oedipus a tragedy, as it is acted at His Royal Highness, the Duke's Theatre / the authors, Mr. Dryden and Mr. Lee.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Sophocles. Oedipus Rex.; Lee, Nathaniel, 1653?-1692.	1679 (1679)	Wing D2322; ESTC R22022	48,606	90

adorn'd with all the Riches That Empire could bestow in costly Mantles Upon it's Infant Heir Oed. But was I made the Heir of Corinth's Crown Because AEgeon's hands presented me AEge By my advice Being past all hope of Children He took embrac'd and own'd you for his Son Oed. Perhaps I then am your's instruct me Sir If it be so I 'll kneel and weep before you With all th' obedience of a penitent Child Imploring pardon Kill me if you please I will not writhe my Body at the wound But sink upon your feet with a last sigh And ask forgiveness with my dying hands AEge O rise and call not to this aged Cheek The little blood which should keep warm my heart You are not mine nor ought I to be blest With such a God-like off-spring Sir I found you Upon the Mount Cithaeron Oed. O speak go on the Air grows sensible Of the great things you utter and is calm The hurry'd Orbs with Storms so Rack'd of late Seem to stand still as if that Jove were talking Cithaeron speak the Vally of Cithaeron AEge Oft-times before I thither did resort Charm'd with the conversation of a man Who led a Rural life and had command O're all the Shepherds who about those Vales Tended their numerous Flocks in this man's Arms I saw you smiling at a fatal Dagger Whose point he often offer'd at your throat But then you smil'd and then he drew it back Then lifted it again you smil'd again Till he at last in fury threw it from him And cry'd aloud the Gods forbid thy death Then I rush'd in and after some discourse To me he did bequeath your innocent life And I the welcome care to Polybus Oed. To whom belongs the Master of the Shepherds AEge His name I knew not or I have forgot That he was of the Family of Lajus I well remember Oed. And is your Friend alive for if he be I 'll buy his presence tho'it cost my Crown AEge Your menial Attendants best can tell Whether he lives or not and who has now His place Joc. Winds bear me to some barren Island Where print of humane Feet was never seen O're-grown with Weeds of such a monstrous height Their baleful tops are wash'd with bellying Clouds Beneath whose venomous shade I may have vent For horrors that would blast the Barbarous World Oed. If there be any here that knows the person Whom he describ'd I charge him on his life To speak concealment shall be sudden death But he who brings him forth shall have reward Beyond Ambition's lust Tir. His name is Phorbas Jocasta knows him well but if I may Advise Rest where you are and seek no farther Oed. Then all goes well Since Phorbas is secur'd By my Jocasta Haste and bring him forth My Love my Queen give Orders Ha! what means These Tears and Groans and Struglings speak my Fair What are thy troubles Joc. Yours and yours are mine Let me Conjure you take the Prophets Counsel And let this Phorbas go Oed. Not for the World By all the Gods I 'll know my birth tho' death Attends the search I have already past The middle of the Stream and to return Seems greater labour than to venture o're Therefore produce him Joc. Once more by the Gods I beg my Oedipus my Lord my Life My love my all my only utmost hope I beg you banish Phorbas O the Gods I kneel that you may grant this first request Deny me all things else but for my sake And as you prize your own eternal quiet Never let Phorbas come into your presence Oed. You must be rais'd and Phorbas shall appear Tho' his dread eyes were Basilisks Guards haste Search the Queens Lodgings find and force him hither Exeunt Guards Joc. O Oedipus yet send And stop their entrance e're it be too late Unless you wish to see Jocasta rent With Furies slain out right with meer distraction Keep from your eyes and mine the dreadful Phorbas Forbear this search I 'll think you more than mortal Will you yet hear me Oed. Tempests will be heard And Waves will dash tho Rocks their basis keep But see they Enter If thou truly lov'st me Either forbear this Subject or retire Enter Haemon Guards with Phorbas Joc. Prepare then wretched Prince prepare to hear A story that shall turn thee into Stone Could there be hew'n a monstrous Gap in Nature A flaw made through the Center by some God Through which the groans of Ghosts might strike thy ears They would not wound thee as this Story will Hark hark a hollow Voice calls out aloud Jocasta yes I 'll to the Royal Bed Where first the Mysteries of our loves were acted And double dye it with imperial Crimson Tear off this curling hair Be gorg'd with Fire stab every vital part And when at last I 'm slain to Crown the horrour My poor tormented Ghost shall cleave the ground To try if Hell can yet more deeply wound Ex. Oed. She 's gon and as she went methought her eyes Grew larger while a thousand frantick Spirits Seething like rising bubbles on the brim Peep'd from the Watry brink and glow'd upon me I 'll seek no more but hush my Genius up That throws me on my Fate Impossible O wretched Man whose too too busie thoughts Ride swifter than the galloping Heav'ns round With an eternal hurry of the Soul Nay there 's a time when ev'n the rowling year Seems to stand still dead calms are in the Ocean When not a breath disturbs the drowzy Waves But Man the very Monster of the World Is ne're at rest the Soul for ever wakes Come then since Destiny thus drives us on Let 's know the bottom Haemon you I sent Where is that Phorbas Haem Here my Royal Lord. Oed. Speak first AEgeon say is this the Man AEge My Lord it is Tho' time has plough'd that face With many furrows since I saw it first Yet I 'm too well acquainted with the ground quite to forget it Oed. Peace stand back a while Come hither Friend I hear thy name is Phorbas Why dost thou turn thy face I charge thee answer To what I shall enquire Wert thou not once The Servant of King Lajus here in Thebes Phor. I was great Sir his true and faithful Servant Born and bred up in Court no forreign Slave Oed. What Office hadst thou what was thy Employment Phor. He made me Lord of all his Rural Pleasures For much he lov'd 'em oft I entertain'd With sporting Swains o're whom I had command Oed. Where was thy Residence to what part o' th' Country Didst thou most frequently resort Phor. To Mount Citharon and the pleasant Vallies Which all about lye shadowing it's large feet Oed. Come forth AEgeon Ha! why starts thou Phorbas Forward I say and Face to Face confront him Look wistly on him through him if thou canst And tell me on thy life say dost thou know him Did'st thou e're see him converse with him Near Mount

and Orphean strings Who to this mortal bosom brings All harmonious heav'nly things Thy drouzie Prophet to revive Ten thousand thousand forms before him drive With Chariots and Horses all o' fire awake him Convulsions and Furies and Prophesies shake him Let him tell it in groans tho' he bend with the load Tho' he burst with the weight of the terrible God Tir. The wretch who shed the blood of old Labdacides Lives and is great But cruel greatness ne're was long The first of Lajus blood his life did seize And urg'd his Fate Which else had lasting been and strong The wretch who Lajus kill'd must bleed or fly Or Thebes consum'd with Plagues in ruines lye Oed. The first of Lajus blood pronounce the person May the God roar from thy prophetick mouth That even the dead may start up to behold Name him I say that most accursed wretch For by the Stars he dies Speak I command thee By Phoebus speak for sudden death 's his doom Here shall he fall bleed on this very spot His name I charge the once more speak Tir. 'T is lost Like what we think can never shun remembrance Yet of a sudden's gone beyond the Clouds Oed. Fetch it from thence I 'll have 't where e're it be Cre. Let me intreat you sacred Sir be calm And Creon shall point out the great Offendor 'T is true respect of Nature might injoin Me silence at another time but oh Much more the pow'r of my eternal Love That that should strike me dumb yet Thebes my Country I 'll break through all to succour thee poor City O I must speak Oed. Speak then if ought thou know'st As much thou seem'st to know delay no longer Cre. O Beauty O illustrious Royal Maid To whom my Vows were ever paid till now And with such modest chaste and pure affection The coldest Nymph might read 'em without blushing Art thou the Murdress then of wretched Lajus And I must I accuse thee O my tears Why will you fall in so abhorr'd a Cause But that thy beauteous barbarous hand destroy'd Thy Father O monstrous act both Gods And men at once take notice Oed. Euridice Eur. Traytor go on I scorn thy little malice And knowing more my perfect innocence Than Gods and men then how much more than thee Who art their opposite and form'd a Lyar I thus disdain thee Thou once didst talk of Love Because I hate thy love Thou dost accuse me Adr. Villain inglorious Villain And Traytor double damn'd who dur'st blaspheme The spotless virtue of the brightest beauty Thou dy'st nor shall the sacred Majesty That guards this place preserve thee from my rage Draws and wounds him Oed. Disarm 'em both Prince I shall make you know That I can tame you twice Guards seize him Adr. Sir I must acknowledge in another Cause Repentance might abash me but I glory In this and smile to see the Traytor 's blood Oed. Creon you shall be satisfy'd at full Cre. My hurt is nothing Sir but I appeal To wise Tiresias if my accusation Be not most true The first of Lajus blood Gave him his death Is there a Prince before her Then she is faultless and I ask her pardon And may this blood ne're cease to drop O Thebes If pity of thy sufferings did not move me To shew the Cure which Heav'n it self prescrib'd Eur. Yes Thebans I will dye to save your lives More willingly than you can wish my fate But let this good this wife this holy man Pronounce my Sentence for to fall by him By the vile breath of that prodigious Villain Would sink my Soul tho I should dye a Martyr Adr. Unhand me slaves O mightiest of Kings See at your feet a Prince not us'd to kneel Touch not Euridice by all the Gods As you would save your Thebes but take my life For should she perish Heav'n would heap plagues on plagues Rain Sulphur down hurl kindled bolts Upon your guilty heads Cre. You turn to gallantry what is but justice Proof will be easie made Adrastus was The Robber who bereft th' unhappy King Of life because he flatly had deny'd To make so poor a Prince his Son-in-law Therefore 't were fit that both should perish 1 Theb. Both let both dye All Theb. Both both let 'em dye Oed. Hence you wild herd For your Ring-leader here He shall be made Example Haemon take him 1 Theb. Mercy O mercy Oed. Mutiny in my presence Hence let me see that busie face no more Tir. Thebans what madness makes you drunk with rage Enough of guilty death 's already acted Fierce Creon has accus'd Euridice With Prince Adrastus which the God reproves By inward checks and leaves their Fates in doubt Oed. Therefore instruct us what remains to do Or suffer for I feel a sleep like death Upon me and I sigh to be at rest Tir. Since that the pow'rs divine refuse to clear The mystic deed I 'll to the Grove of Furies There I can force th' Infernal Gods to shew Their horrid Forms Each trembling Ghost shall rise And leave their grizly King without a waiter For Prince Adrastus and Euridice My life 's engag'd I 'll guard 'em in the Fane Till the dark mysteries of Hell are done Follow me Princes Thebans all to rest O Oedipus to morrow but no more If that thy wakeful Genius will permit Indulge thy brain this night with softer slumbers To morrow O to morrow sleep my Son And in prophetick dreams thy Fate be shown Ex. Tires Adrast. Eurid Manto Thebans Manent Oed. Joc. Creon Pyrac Haem Alcan Oed. To bed my Fair my Dear my best Jocasta After the toils of war 't is wondrous strange Our loves should thus be dash'd One moment's thought And I 'll approach the arms of my belov'd Joc. Consume whole years in care so now and then I may have leave to feed my famish'd eyes With one short passing glance and sigh my vows This and no more my Lord is all the passion Of languishing Jocasta Exit Oed. Thou softest sweetest of the World good night Nay she is beauteous too yet mighty Love I never offer'd to obey thy Laws But an unusual chillness came upon me An unknown hand still check'd my forward joy Dash'd me with blushes tho' no light was near That ev'n the Act became a violation Pyr. He 's strangely thoughtful Oed. Hark! who was that Ha! Creon did'st thou call me Cre. Not I my gracious Lord nor any here Oed. That 's strange methought I heard a doleful voice Cry'd Oedipus The Prophet bad me sleep He talk'd of Dreams and Visions and to morrow I 'll muse no more on 't come what will or can My thoughts are clearer than unclouded Stars And with those thoughts I 'll rest Creon good night Ex. with Haemon Cre. Sleep seal your eyes Sir Eternal sleep But if he must sleep and wake again O all Tormenting Dreams wild horrours of the night And Hags of Fancy wing him through the air From precipices hurl him

headlong down Charybdis roar and death be set before him Alc. Your Curses have already ta'ne effect For he looks very sad Cre. May he be rooted where he stands for ever His eye-balls never move brows be unbent His blood his Entrails Liver heart and bowels Be blacker than the place I wish him Hell Pyr. No more you tear your self but vex not him Methinks 't were brave this night to force the Temple While blind Tiresias conjures up the Fiends And pass the time with nice Eurydice Alc. Try promises and threats and if all fail Since Hell 's broke loose why should not you be mad Ravish and leave her dead with her Adrastus Cre. Were the Globe mine I 'd give a Province hourly For such another thought Lust and revenge To stab at once the only man I hate And to enjoy the woman whom I love I ask no more of my auspicious Stars The rest as Fortune please so but this night She play me fair why let her turn for ever Enter Haemon Haem My Lord the troubled King is gone to rest Yet e're he slept commanded me to clear The Antichambers none must dare be near him Cre. Haemon you do your duty And we obey The night grows yet more dreadful 'T is just that all retire to their devotions The Gods are angry but to morrow's dawn If Prophets do not lye will make all clear Thunder As they go off Oedipus Enters walking asleep in his shirt with a Dagger in his right hand and a Taper in his left Oed. O my Jocasta 't is for this the wet Starv'd Soldier lies all night on the cold ground For this he bears the storms Of Winter Camps and freezes in his Arms To be thus circled to be thus embrac'd That I could hold thee ever Ha! where art thou What means this melancholly light that seems The gloom of glowing embers The Curtain 's drawn and see she 's here again Jocasta Ha! what fall'n asleep so soon How fares my love this Taper will inform me Ha! Lightning blast me Thunder Rivet me ever to Prometheus Rock And Vultures gnaw out my Incestuous heart By all the Gods my Mother Merope My Sword a Dagger Ha who waits there slaves My Sword what Haemon dar'st thou Villain stop me With thy own Ponyard perish Ha! who 's this Or is 't a change of Death By all my Honors New murder thou hast slain old Polybus Incest and parricide thy Father 's murder'd Out thou infernal flame now all is dark All blind and dismal most triumphant mischief And now while thus I stalk about the room I challenge Fate to find another wretch Like Oedipus Thunder c. Enter Jocasta attended with Lights in a Night-gown Oed. Night Horrour Death Confusion Hell and Furies Where am I O Jocasta let me hold thee Thus to my bosom ages let me grasp thee All that the hardest temper'd weather'd flesh With fiercest humane Spirit inspir'd can dare Or do I dare but oh you Pow'rs this was By infinite degrees too much for man Methinks my deafn'd ears Are burst my eyes as if they had been knock'd By some tempestuous hand shoot flashing fire That sleep should do this Joc. Then my fears were true Methought I heard your voice and yet I doubted Now roaring like the Ocean when the winds Fight with the waves now in a still small tone Your dying accents fell as racking ships After the dreadful yell sink murmuring down And bubble up a noise Oed. Trust me thou Fairest best of all thy Kind None e're in Dreams was tortur'd so before Yet what most shocks the niceness of my temper Ev'n far beyond the killing of my Father And my own death is that this horrid sleep Dash'd my sick fancy with an act of Incest I dreamt Jocasta that thou wert my Mother Which tho' impossible so damps my Spirits That I cou'd do a mischief on my self Lest I should sleep and Dream the like again Joc. O Oedipus too well I understand you I know the wrath of Heav'n the care of Thebes The cries of its Inhabitants war's toils And thousand other labours of the State Are all referr'd to you and ought to take you For ever from Jocasta Oed. Life of my life and treasure of my Soul Heav'n knows I love thee Joc. O you think me vile And of an inclination so ignoble That I must hide me from your eyes for ever Be witness Gods and strike Jocasta dead If an immodest thought or low desire Inflam'd my breast since first our Loves were lighted Oed. O rise and add not by thy cruel kindness A grief more sensible than all my torments Thou think'st my dreams are forg'd but by thy self The greatest Oath I swear they are most true But be they what they will I here dismiss 'em Begon Chimeras to your Mother Clouds Is there a fault in us Have we not search'd The womb of Heav'n examin'd all the Entrails Of Birds and Beasts and tir'd the Prophets Art Yet what avails he and the Gods together Seem like Physicians at a lossto help us Therefore like wretches that have linger'd long Wee 'll snatch the strongest Cordial of our love To bed my Fair. Ghost within Oedipus Oed. Ha! who calls Did'st thou not hear a voice Joc. Alas I did Ghost Jocasta Joc. O my love my Lord support me Oed. Call louder till you burst your aiery Forms Rest on my hand Thus arm d with innocence I 'll face these babling Daemons of the air In spight of Ghosts I 'll on Tho' round my Bed the Furies plant their Charms I 'll break 'em with Jocasta in my arms Clasp'd in the folds of love I 'll wait my doom And act my joys tho' Thunder shake the room Exeunt ACT III. SCENE I. A dark Grove Enter Creon Cre. 'T IS better not to be than to be unhappy Dio. What mean you by these words Cre. 'T is better not to be than to be Creon A thinking soul is punishment enough But when 't is great like mine and wretched too Then every thought draws blood Dio. You are not wretched Cre. I am my soul 's ill married to my body I wou'd be young be handsom be belov'd Cou'd I but but breath my self into Adrastus Dio. You rave call home your thoughts Cre. I prithee let my soul take air awhile Were she in Oedipus I were a King Then I had kill'd a Monster gain'd a Battel And had my Rival pris'ner brave brave actions Why have not I done these Dio. Your fortune hinder'd Cre. There 's it I have a soul to do 'em all But fortune will have nothing done that 's great But by young handsome fools Body and brawn Do all her work Hercules was a fool And straight grew famous a mad boistrous fool Nay worse a Womans fool Fool is the stuff of which Heav'n makes a Hero Dio. A Serpent ne're becomes a flying Dragon Till he has eat a Serpent Cre. Goes it there I understand thee I must kill Adrastus Dio. Or not