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Show $2, O E D I P V S. W h e n , lo, an envious Planet interpos'd, And thrcatcn'd both with Death. I fear, I fear. Eur. Is there no God fomuch a Friend to Love, W h o can controul the Malice of our Fate? Are they all deaf? Or have the Giants Heav'n? Tir. The Gods are juft. But h o w can Finite mealure Infinite? Reafon 1 alas, it does not know it felf 1 Yet M a n , vain M a n , wou'd with this fhort-lin'd Plummet, Fathom the vaft Abyfs of Heav'nly Juftice. Whatever is , is in its Caufes juft, Since all things are by Fate. But pur-blind Man Sees but a part o' th' Chain, the nearcil Links- His Eyes not carrying to that equal Beam That poizes all above. Eur. Then we mull die 1 Tir. T h e Danger's imminent this Day. tAdrafi. W h y then there's one Day left fa Humane Ills; And w h o would moan himfelf for fuffering that "Which in a Day muft pafs ? Something or nothino- I fhall again , be what I was before 1 was iAdra\tus.-- Penurious Heav 'n 1 Canit thou not add a "Nigh; T o our one Day ? Give m c a Night with her, And I'll give all the reft. Tir. She broke her V o w , Firft made to Creon. But the Time calls on; And Lajus's Death muft now be made more plain H o w loth a m I to have recourfe to Rites , So full of Horror , that 1 once rcjoyce I want the ufe of Sight i - i. Pr. The Ceremonies ftay. Tir. Chufe the darkeft parr o'th' Grove, Such as Ghofts at Noon-day love. Dig a Trench, and dig it nigh 4 Whes O E D I V V S. 5-? Where the Bones of Lajus lie : Altars rais'd , of Turf or Stone, Will th' Infernal* Pow'rs have none. Anfwer m e , if this be done ? ^ill. Pr. 'Tis done. r Tir. Is the Sacrifice made fit r Draw her backward to the Pit : Draw the barren Heifer back; Barren let her be , and black. Cut the curled H.iir that grows Full betwixt her Horns and Brows: And turn your Faces from the Sun. Anfwer m c , if this be done ? IAU. Pr. 'Tis done. Tir. Pour in Blood , and Blood like Wine , To Mother Earth , and Proferpine: Mingle Milk into the Stream,- Feaft the Ghofti that love the Steam. Snatch a Brand from Funeral pile; Tofs it in to make 'em boil : And turn your faces from the Sun. Anfwer me , if all be done ? tAU. Pr. All is done. [Peal of Thunder ; and flafhes of Lightning -9 then groaning below the Stage. Manto. O what Laments arc jthofe ? Tir. The Groans of Ghofts , that cleave the Earrh with pain : And heave it up : they pant and flick half way. The Sta^e wholly darkned. Manto. And now a fudden darknefs covers all. True genuine Night: Night added to the Groves s The Fogs are blown full in the face of Heaven. Tir. A m I but half obey'd : Infernal Gods, Mult you have Mufick roo ? Then tunc your Voices, And let 'cm have fuch founds as Hell ne'er heard, Since Orpheus brib'd the Shades. D j Mu- |