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Insolence!

Insolence that thou must bear.

Haste ye princes, sound the alarm!

Men of Athens, arm ye, arm!

Quickly to the rescue come

Ere the robbers get them home.

Enter.

Why this outcry? What is forward? wherefore was I called away

From the altar of Poseidon, lord of your Colonus? Say!

On what errand have I hurried hither without stop or stay.

Dear friend—those accents tell me who thou art,

Yon man but now hath done me a foul wrong.

What is this wrong and who hath wrought it? Speak.

Creon who stands before thee. He it is

Hath robbed me of my all, my daughters twain.

What means this?

Thou hast heard my tale of wrongs.

Ho! hasten to the altars, one of you,

Command my liegemen leave the sacrifice

And hurry, foot and horse, with rein unchecked, 235