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58 Has changed her laws: now shall the stream, reversed, Bear back its whirling waters to their source; The torch of Phoebus shall bring in the night, And day be heralded by Hesperus; And, that I may but add unto my woe, I, too, shall pious be. Not to be saved— This is for Oedipus the only cure. Let me avenge my father, unavenged Till now. My hand, why dost thou hesitate To exact the penalty I owe to him? Whatever I have suffered hitherto Was for my mother's sake. Release my hand, Undaunted girl; thou but delay'st my death, And thy living father's funeral prolong'st. Let earth conceal at last this hated form. Thou wrongest me, though with a kind intent, And deem'st it piety to keep thy sire From burial. But they are one in guilt, Both he who forces death upon a man Who fain would live, and he who holds him back Who longs to die. And yet they are not one; For surely is the last the worser sin. To be condemned to death were better far For me than to be saved from death. Then cease, My child, from this attempt. I have reserved For my own will the right to live or die. Right gladly did I yield the sovereignty O'er all my realm; yet o'er myself alone I still am king. If thou in very truth Art loyal to me, give me back my sword, That sword already with my father's blood Defiled. Wilt give it back? Or do my sons Retain my sword together with my throne? 'Tis well. Wherever there is need of crime, There let it be; I gladly give it up. Let both my sons possess the sword. But thou, Flames, rather, and a heap of wood prepare; Then will I fling myself upon the pyre, Cling in its hot embrace, and hide myself