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Show }£ OEDIPUS. Or fufTcr; for I feel a flcep like Death Upon m c , and I figh to be at reft. Tir. Since that the Pow'rs Divine rcfufc to clear The myftick Deed, I'll to the Grove of Furies- There I can force th' Infernal Gods to fhew Their horrid Forms ; Each trembling Ghoft fhall rife, And leave their grifly King without a Waiter. For Prince (Adrajius and Eurydice M y Life's engag'd , I'll guard 'em in the Fane, Till the dark Myfterics of Hell are done. Follow m e Princefs. Thebans, all to reft. O , Oedipus , to morrow - b u t no more: If that thy wakcfull Genius will permit, Indulge thy Brain this Night with fofter Slumbers: T o morrow , O , to morrow ! - flecp, my Son; And in Prophetick Dreams thy Fate be lhown. [Ex. Tiref. Adrall. Eurid. Manto , Thebans. Manent. Oed. Jocail. Creon , ^ Pyrac. Harm. Alcan. Oed. Tobed, m y fair, m y dear, m y belt foca/fa, After the Toils of W a r , 'tis wondrous flran^c Our Loves fhould thus be dafh'd. One°Mo-ment's thought , And I'll approach the Arms of m y bclov'd. Joe. Confumc whole Years in Care , fo now and then I may have leave to feed m y famifh'd Eyes With one iViort pafling Glance, and figh my Vows: This, and no more, m y Lord, is all the PafTion O f languifhing Jocafta. Oed. Thou foftcit , fwecteft of the World! good Nighr. Nay, fhe is beauteous too; yet, mighty Love! I never ofTcr'd to obey thy L a w , But an unufual chillnefs came upon m c ,- An unknown hand ftill check'd m y forward Joy, Dafh'd V OEDIPUS. 39 Dafh'd m e with Blufhes, tho* no light was near i That ev'n the a d became a violation. Pyr. He's ftrangely thoughtful. Oed. Hark* / W h o was that ? H a 1 Creon , didft thou call m e ? Creon. Not I , m y gracious Lord, nor any here. Oed. That's ftrange I Methought I heard a doleful Voice Cry'd Oedipus. - The Prophet bad m c fleep • He talkt of Dreams and Villous, and to Morrow! I'll mufc no more on'r, come what will or can, M y Thoughts arc clearer than unclouded Stars; Creon. Sleep feal your Eyelids, Sir, eternall fleep. But if he mult fleep and wake again, O «" Tormenting Dreams, wild Horrors of the Night, And Hags of Fancy wing him through the Air: From Precipices hurl him headlong down ,- Ckarybdis roar, and Death be fet before him Jilc. Your Curfcs have already ta en errect ; For he looks very fad. Creon. May he be rooted, where he ftands for ever: His Eye-balls never move, brows be unbent; Sis Blood, his Entrails , Liver, Heart and Bowels, Be blacker than the Place 1 wilh him, Hell. Pyr. N o more: you rear your felf, but vex not him. Methinks 'twere brave this Night to force the Temple , . While blind Tirefias conjures up the t lends j And pafs the time with nice Eurydice. .Ale. Try Promifes, and Threats, and iFall tail, Since Hell's broke loofe , w h y mould not you be mad? Ravifti, and leave her dead with her ^idrajtus. Creon. Were the Globe mine, I'd give a Pro-vince hourly For fuch another Thought. Luft, and Rcvense I C 4 To |
