Chorus
No marvel if in such a plight thou feel’st
The double weight of past and present woes.

Oedipus
(Ant. 1)
Ah friend, still loyal, constant still and kind,
          Thou carest for the blind. 
I know thee near, and though bereft of eyes,
          Thy voice I recognize.

Chorus
O doer of dread deeds, how couldst thou mar
Thy vision thus?  What demon goaded thee?

Oedipus
(Str. 2)
Apollo, friend, Apollo, he it was
          That brought these ills to pass;
But the right hand that dealt the blow
          Was mine, none other.  How,
How, could I longer see when sight
          Brought no delight?

Chorus
Alas! ’tis as thou sayest.

Oedipus
Say, friends, can any look or voice
Or touch of love henceforth my heart rejoice? 
          Haste, friends, no fond delay,
          Take the twice cursed away
               Far from all ken,
The man abhorred of gods, accursed of men.

Chorus
O thy despair well suits thy desperate case. 
Would I had never looked upon thy face!

Oedipus
(Ant. 2)
My curse on him whoe’er unrived
The waif’s fell fetters and my life revived! 
He meant me well, yet had he left me there,
He had saved my friends and me a world of care.

Chorus
I too had wished it so.

Oedipus
Then had I never come to shed
My father’s blood nor climbed my mother’s bed;
The monstrous offspring of a womb defiled,
Co-mate of him who gendered me, and child. 
Was ever man before afflicted thus,
Like Oedipus.

Chorus
I cannot say that thou hast counseled well,
For thou wert better dead than living blind.

Oedipus
What’s done was well done.  Thou canst never shake
My firm belief.  A truce to argument. 
For, had I sight, I know not with what eyes
I could have met my father in the shades,
Or my poor mother, since against the twain
I sinned, a sin no gallows could atone. 
Aye, but, ye say, the sight of children joys
A parent’s eyes.  What, born as mine were born? 
No, such a sight could never bring me joy;
Nor this fair city with its battlements,
Its temples and the statues of its gods,
Sights from which I, now wretchedst of all,
Once ranked the foremost Theban in all Thebes,
By my own sentence am cut off, condemned
By my own proclamation ’gainst the wretch,
The miscreant by heaven itself declared
Unclean—­and of the race of Laius. 
Thus branded as a felon by myself,
How had I dared to look you in the face? 
Nay, had I known a way to choke the springs
Of hearing, I had never shrunk to make
A dungeon of this miserable frame,
Cut off from sight and hearing; for ’tis bliss
to bide in regions sorrow cannot reach.