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Rh That he has lived till now. And well I know That you will do it; for to such an end Were ye brought forth. Such noble birth as yours Cannot be satisfied with common crime Or slight. Then forward with your impious arms! Attack your household gods with flaming brands; With torches gather in the ripened grain Upon your native fields; confuse all things, And hurry all to ruin absolute; O'erthrow the city's walls, yea, lay them low, E'en to the level of the plain; the gods And temples in one common fall o'erwhelm; Destroy our lares, now so foully stained, And let our whole house perish utterly; Let all the city be consumed with fire, And be my impious marriage chamber first To feel the flames. Antigone: This raging storm of grief Give o'er; and let the sorrows of the state Prevail with thee to reconcile thy sons. Oedipus: And dost thou think that thou dost see in me  A mild old man given o'er to peaceful thoughts? And dost thou summon me unto thine aid, As one who loves to 'stablish peace? Not so: For even now my spirit swells with rage, My grief burns fiercely, and I long to see Some greater deed than chance or youthful wrath Would dare attempt. I am not satisfied With civil war: let brother brother slay. Nor yet would this suffice. I wait to see Some evil done that shall be like my own, That shall be worthy of my marriage bed. Give deadly weapons to my mother's hand— But do not seek to drag me from these woods. Here will I hide within the rocky caves, Or hedge myself about with thickets dense. Here will I catch at warlike rumor rife And hear what news I may of brothers' strife.