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Rh Chor. How can'st thou call them just?

Creon. I carry off mine own.

Œdip. Ho! city! to the rescue!

Chor. What means this, stranger? Wilt not let her go?

Soon thou wilt force me to the test of strength.

[The Chorus try to rescue.

Creon. Keep off, I tell thee.

Chor. Not while thou attemp'st

Such things as these.

Creon. If thou dost injure me,

Thou with my state wilt have to wage thy war.

Œdip. Did not I tell thee this?

Chor. Let go thy hand

From off this maid!

Creon. Command not where thou [sic]'rt weak.

Chor. [To one of troops.] I bid thee set her free.

Creon. [To the same.] I bid thee go!

Chor. Come, neighbours, come! Come hither to our help:

Our state is injured, yes, our state. With might

Come hither, help!

Antig. Ah, friends! ah, friends! they drag me, wretched one!

Œdip. Where art thou, child?

Antig. Against my will I go.

Œdip. Stretch forth thine hands, my child.

Antig. No power have I.

Creon. [To the guards.] Will ye not lead her?

Œdip Woe is me! all woe.

[Guards carry off.

Creon. No longer, then, on these props leaning, thou

Shalt travel onward. But since thou wilt thwart

Thy country and thy friends, at whose behest