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46 that he may not bring all this house under his curse. But he has not the strength to do it. He must be supported and led away. The curtain is parting; you are going to look upon a sight which even those who shudder must pity.

. Woe, woe is me! Miserable, miserable that I am! Where am I? Where am I going? Where am I cast away? Who hears my words?

. Cast away indeed, dreadful to the sight of the eye, dreadful to the ear.

. Ah, friend, the only friend left to me, friend still faithful to the blind man! I know that you are there blind though I am, I recognise your voice.

. Where did you get the courage to put out your eyes?

What unearthly power drove you to that?

. Apollo, friends, Apollo, but it was my own hand alone, wretched that I am, that quenched these eyes.

. You were better dead than blind.

. No, it is better to be blind. What sight is there that could give me joy? How could I have looked into the face of my father when I came among the dead, aye, or on my miserable mother, since against them both I sinned such things that no halter can