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Chorus Thebes of all cities you hold foremost in honor, together with your lightning-struck mother.And now when the whole city is held subject to a violent plague, come, we ask, with purifying feet over steep Parnassus,or over the groaning straits!
Chorus The smoky glare of torches sees you above the cliffs of the twin peaks, where the Corycian nymphs move inspired by your godhead,and Castalia's stream sees you, too. The ivy-mantled slopes of Nysa's hills and the shore green with many-clustered vines send you, when accompanied by the cries of your divine words,you visit the avenues of Thebes.
Chorus God of many names, glory of the Cadmeian bride and offspring of loud-thundering Zeus, you who watch over far-famed Italy and reignin the valleys of Eleusinian Deo where all find welcome! O Bacchus, denizen of Thebes, the mother-city of your Bacchants, dweller by the wet stream of Ismenus on the soilof the sowing of the savage dragon's teeth!
Enter Teiresias, led by a boy, on the spectators' right. Teiresias Princes of Thebes, we have come on a shared journey, two scouting the way by the eyes of one.For this is the method of travel for the blind, using a guide. Creon What is it, old Teiresias? What is your news? Teiresias I will tell you. You, obey the seer. Creon It was not my habit before, at any rate, to stand apart from your will. Teiresias Therefore you captained this city on an upright course. Creon I have felt and can attest your benefits. Teiresias Realize that once more now you are poised on fortune's razor-edge. Creon What do you mean? I shudder to hear you! Teiresias You will understand, when you hear the signs revealed by my art. As I took my place on my old seat of augurywhere all birds regularly gather for me, I heard an unintelligible voice among them: they were screaming in dire frenzy that made their language foreign to me. I realized that they were ripping each other with their talons, mu
Antigone Ah, you mock me! In the name of our fathers' gods,why do you not wait to abuse me until after I have gone, and not to my face, O my city, and you, her wealthy citizens? Ah, spring of Dirce, and you holy ground of Thebes whose chariots are many,you, at least, will bear me witness how unwept by loved ones, and by what laws I go to the rock-closed prison of my unheard-of tomb! Ah, misery!I have no home among men or with the shades, no home with the living or with the dead.
ChorusBut since Victory whose name is glory has come to us, smiling in joy equal to the joy of chariot-rich Thebes,let us make for ourselves forgetfulness after the recent wars, and visit all the temples of the gods with night-long dance and song. And may Bacchus, who shakes the earth of Thebes, rule our dancing! ChorusBut since Victory whose name is glory has come to us, smiling in joy equal to the joy of chariot-rich Thebes,let us make for ourselves forgetfulness after the recent wars, and visit all the temples of the gods with night-long dance and song. And may Bacchus, who shakes the earth of Thebes, rule our dancing!
Enter the Chorus on the right.Chorus Shaft of the sun, fairest light of all that have dawned on Thebes of the seven gates, you have shone forth at last, eye of golden day, advancing over Dirce's streams!You have goaded with a sharper bit the warrior of the white shield, who came from Argos in full armor, driving him to headlong retreat.