Chorus
Aye, that he will, when once he learns thy name.

Oedipus
But who will bear him word!

Chorus
                              The way is long,
And many travelers pass to speed the news. 
Be sure he’ll hear and hasten, never fear;
So wide and far thy name is noised abroad,
That, were he ne’er so spent and loth to move,
He would bestir him when he hears of thee.

Oedipus
Well, may he come with blessing to his State
And me!  Who serves his neighbor serves himself. [5]

Antigone
Zeus!  What is this?  What can I say or think?

Oedipus
What now, Antigone?

Antigone
                    I see a woman
Riding upon a colt of Aetna’s breed;
She wears for headgear a Thessalian hat
To shade her from the sun.  Who can it be? 
She or a stranger?  Do I wake or dream? 
’This she; ’tis not—­I cannot tell, alack;
It is no other!  Now her bright’ning glance
Greets me with recognition, yes, ’tis she,
Herself, Ismene!

Oedipus
                    Ha! what say ye, child?

Antigone
That I behold thy daughter and my sister,
And thou wilt know her straightway by her voice.
[Enter Ismene]

Ismene
Father and sister, names to me most sweet,
How hardly have I found you, hardly now
When found at last can see you through my tears!

Oedipus
Art come, my child?

Ismene
                    O father, sad thy plight!

Oedipus
Child, thou art here?

Ismene
                    Yes, ’twas a weary way.

Oedipus
Touch me, my child.

Ismene
                    I give a hand to both.

Oedipus
O children—­sisters!

Ismene
                    O disastrous plight!

Oedipus
Her plight and mine?

Ismene
                    Aye, and my own no less.

Oedipus
What brought thee, daughter?

Ismene
                              Father, care for thee.

Oedipus
A daughter’s yearning?

Ismene
                         Yes, and I had news
I would myself deliver, so I came
With the one thrall who yet is true to me.

Oedipus
Thy valiant brothers, where are they at need?

Ismene
They are—­enough, ’tis now their darkest hour.

Oedipus
Out on the twain!  The thoughts and actions all
Are framed and modeled on Egyptian ways. 
For there the men sit at the loom indoors
While the wives slave abroad for daily bread. 
So you, my children—­those whom I behooved
To bear the burden, stay at home like girls,
While in their stead my daughters moil and drudge,