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Seek at the least the haunt of Revel's God

Mid Mænad hills by foot profane untrod.

How!—render homage without heart

To Him, for whom erstwhile arrayed

In Theban fawnskins, I had part

In Semelê's holy dance that swayed

By hill, by glade?

People of a glorious nation, mark me—Oedipus am I,

He who read the riddle world-renowned, the man once set on high,

He whose single prowess quelled the Sphinx's blood-polluted might.

Now dishonoured am I banished from the land in piteous plight.

Yet what boots it thus to wail? What profits vainly to lament?

Whoso is but mortal needs must bear the fate of heaven sent.

[Exeunt Oedipus and Antigone.

Hail, reverèd Victory!

Rest upon my life; and me

Crown, and crown eternally!

[Exeunt omnes.