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64 Antig. Hush! for there come this way some reverend men,

To ask the meaning of thy sitting here.

Œdip. I will be silent, and do thou convey

My feet within the grove, till I shall hear

What words they utter; for in learning this

We gather caution in the things we do. [Retires with into the grove.

Chor. Look then! Who was it? Where his hiding place?

Where has he fled and rushed,

Of all men boldest found?

Look, search, seek everywhere.

A stranger—yea, a stranger must he be.

No countryman of ours, that blind old man;

For never else had he

Approached the holy grove,

By foot of man untrod,

Where dwell the Virgin Ones invincible,

Whose names we fear to speak.

Yea, we pass by, and dare not raise our eyes,

Voiceless and speechless all,

Uttering the whispered sound

Of thought that fears to speak.

But now the rumour spreads

Of some one hither come,

Unmoved by touch of awe,