ANT.  O father, thou shalt receive words of unhappy tidings; no longer do thy children behold the light, nor thy wife, who ever was employed in attending as a staff on thy blind foot, my father:  alas me!

OED. Alas me, for my sufferings! for well may I groan and vociferate these things.  The three souls, tell me, my child, by what fate, how quitted they this light?

ANT.  Not for the sake of reproaching thee, nor exulting over thee, but for grief I speak:  thy evil genius, heavy with swords, and fire, and wretched combats, has rushed down upon thy children, O my father.

OED. Alas me! ah! ah!

ANT.  Why dost thou thus groan?

OED. Alas me! my children!

ANT.  Thou wouldest grieve indeed, if looking on the chariot of the sun drawn by its four steeds, thou couldest direct the sight of thine eyes to these bodies of the dead.

OED. The evil of my sons indeed is manifest; but my wretched wife, by what fate, O my child, did she perish?

ANT.  Causing to all tears of grief they could not contain, to her children she bared her breast, a suppliant she bared it, holding it up in supplication.  But the mother found her children at the Electran gate, in the mead where the lotus abounds, contending with their lances in the common war, as lions bred in the same cave, with the blood-wounds now a cold, a gory libation, which Plato received, and Mars gave.  And having seized the brazen-wrought sword from the dead she plunged it into her flesh, but with grief for her children she fell amidst her children.  But all these sufferings, O my father, has the God heaped this day upon our house, whoever he be, that adds this consummation.

CHOR.  This day hath been the beginning of many woes to the house of Oedipus; but may life be more fortunate!

CRE.  Now indeed cease from your grief, for it is time to think of the sepulture.  But hear these words, O Oedipus; Eteocles, thy son, hath given to me the dominion of this land, giving them as a marriage portion to Haemon, and with them the bed of thy daughter Antigone.  I therefore will not suffer thee any longer to dwell in this land.  For clearly did Tiresias say, that never, whilst thou dost inhabit this land, will the state be prosperous.  But depart; and this I say not from insolence, nor being thine enemy, but on account of thy evil genius, fearing lest the country suffer any harm.

OED. O Fate, from the beginning how wretched [and unhappy] didst thou form me, [if ever other man was formed!] whom, even before I came into the light from my mother’s womb, when yet unborn Apollo foretold that I should be the murderer of my father Laius, alas! wretch that I am!  And when I was born, again my father who gave me life, seeks to take my life, considering that I was born his enemy:  for it was fated that he should die by my hands, and he sends me, poor wretch, as I craved the breast, a prey for the wild beasts:  where I was preserved—­for