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The Chorus of elders of Colonus enters the orchestra.
Look! Who was he, then? Where is he staying? Where has he rushed from this place,  man most insatiate of all who live? Scan the ground, look well, press the search everywhere. A wanderer that old man must have been,  a wanderer, not a dweller in the land; otherwise he never would have advanced into this untrodden grove of the maidens with whom none may strive.  Their name we tremble to speak; we pass them by with eyes turned away, moving our lips, without sound or word, in still devotion. But now it is said that one has come who reveres them not at all;  and him I cannot yet discern, though I look round all the holy place, nor do I know where to find his lodging. Oedipus steps forward with Antigone.
Behold the man you seek! In sound is my sight, as the saying goes. Chorus
 Oh! Oh! Fearful he is to see, and fearful to hear! Oedipus
Do not regard me, I beg you, as a lawless man. Chorus
Zeus defend us! Who may this old man be? Oedipus
Not so wholly of the best fate  that you would call him fortunate, guardians of this land! It is plain; otherwise I would not be creeping, as you see, by the eyes of others, and buoying my strength upon weakness.
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