Antigone
Long-suffering father, Oedipus, the towers
That fence the city still are faint and far;
But where we stand is surely holy ground;
A wilderness of laurel, olive, vine;
Within a choir or songster nightingales
Are warbling.  On this native seat of rock
Rest; for an old man thou hast traveled far.

Oedipus
Guide these dark steps and seat me there secure.

Antigone
If time can teach, I need not to be told.

Oedipus
Say, prithee, if thou knowest, where we are.

Antigone
Athens I recognize, but not the spot.

Oedipus
That much we heard from every wayfarer.

Antigone
Shall I go on and ask about the place?

Oedipus
Yes, daughter, if it be inhabited.

Antigone
Sure there are habitations; but no need
To leave thee; yonder is a man hard by.

Oedipus
What, moving hitherward and on his way?

Antigone
Say rather, here already.  Ask him straight
The needful questions, for the man is here.
[Enter stranger]

Oedipus
O stranger, as I learn from her whose eyes
Must serve both her and me, that thou art here
Sent by some happy chance to serve our doubts—­

Stranger
First quit that seat, then question me at large: 
The spot thou treadest on is holy ground.

Oedipus
What is the site, to what god dedicate?

Stranger
Inviolable, untrod; goddesses,
Dread brood of Earth and Darkness, here abide.

Oedipus
Tell me the awful name I should invoke?

Stranger
The Gracious Ones, All-seeing, so our folk
Call them, but elsewhere other names are rife.

Oedipus
Then may they show their suppliant grace, for I
From this your sanctuary will ne’er depart.

Stranger
What word is this?

Oedipus
                    The watchword of my fate.

Stranger
Nay, ’tis not mine to bid thee hence without
Due warrant and instruction from the State.

Oedipus
Now in God’s name, O stranger, scorn me not
As a wayfarer; tell me what I crave.

Stranger
Ask; your request shall not be scorned by me.

Oedipus
How call you then the place wherein we bide?

Stranger
Whate’er I know thou too shalt know; the place
Is all to great Poseidon consecrate. 
Hard by, the Titan, he who bears the torch,
Prometheus, has his worship; but the spot
Thou treadest, the Brass-footed Threshold named,
Is Athens’ bastion, and the neighboring lands
Claim as their chief and patron yonder knight
Colonus, and in common bear his name. 
Such, stranger, is the spot, to fame unknown,
But dear to us its native worshipers.