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Show O0EDIP In his bright Palace, if he knows my Lafus My murder'd Lajus Oed. Ha! how's this, Focafta py ha ar tho the fick b bra th i Na ou hi fin no fhal not yo Soc. Ha! wil Will you not fhow him? .are my tears defpis'd Why, then P'll Thunder, yes, I will be mad And fright you with my cries: yes, cruel Gods Tho' Vultures, Eagles, Dragons tear my heart 1'1l fnatch Celeftial flames, fire all your dwellings _; e[l)ime e iy Soul W jpd il i Melt down your golden Roofs, and make your door Of Cryftal flye from off their Diamond Hinges Drive you all out from your Ambrofial Hives To fwarm like Bees about the field of Heav'n § e rag iz W W T This will I do, unlefs you fhew me Lajus My dear, my Murder'd Lord. O Lajits ! Lajus Lajus [Ex. Jocafta Ocd, Excellent grief ! why, this'is as it fhould be No Mourning can be {uitable to Crime Like ours, but what Death makes, or Madnefs forms I could have wifl'd methought for fight again To mark the gallantry of her diftraction Her blazing Eyes darting the wandring Stars T'have feen her mouth the Heavn's, and mate the Gads While with her Thundring Voice fhe menac'd high o 1 3 e And every Accent twang'd with {marting forrow But what's all this to thee ? thou Coward, ye Art living, canft not, wilt notfind the Roa To the great Palace of magnificent Death Tho' thoufand ways lead to his thoufand doors Which day and night are ftill unbarr'd for all. Hark 4l ho Lk wit it b whi e [Clafbing of Swords: Drums and Trumpets withoit 'tis the noife of clathing Swords the foun Comes near: O, that a Battle would come o're me If I but grafp a Sword : or wrefta Dagger I'll make a ruine with the firlt that falls Enter\HéefilOn, with Guards Hem, Seize him, and bear him to the Weftern-ToW'r Pardon me, facred Sir; I am inform' ‘That Creon has defigns upon your life ' - Forgiv |