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Show 5.S OEDIPUS. AU I can wifh for now , is your Confcm To make my Brother happy. Oed. H o w , Jocapa ? Joe. By Marriage with his Ncece Eurydice. Oed. tJncle and Neecc i They arc too llCar my Love ; 'Tis too like Inceit ; 'tis Offence to Kind : Had I not promis'd , were thcte no tAdralt'm No Choice but Creon left her of Mankind, They fhou'd not marry. Speak no more of « . The Thought diftutbs me. ' Joe. Heav'n can never blefs A Vow lo broken , which I made to Creon ; Remember he's my Brother. Oed. That's the Bar ; And fhe thy Daughter : Nature would abhor To be fore'd back again upon her felf, And, like a Whirl-pool, fwallow her own Streams Joe. Be not difplcas'd ; I'll move the Suit no more Oed. N o , do not ; for, I know not why it ftiakes me , When I but think on Inceit : move wc forward To thank the Gods for my Succcfs, and pray To waih the Guilt of Royal Blood away. [ Exeunt Omm, ACT, OEDIPUS. *9 A C T . II. SCENE I. An open Gallery. A Royal Bed-Chamber being fuppos'd behind. The Time^ Night. Thunder, $Cc. Enter Haemon , Alcander, Pyracmon. Hxmon. SUrc 'tis the End of all things 1 Fate has torn The Lock of Time off, and his Head is now The gaftly Ball of round £tcrnity 1 Call you thefe Peals of Thunder , but the Yawn Of bellowing Clouds ? by Jove, they feem to mc The World's laft Groans; and thofe vait Sheets of Flame Are its laft Blaze 1 The Tapers of the Gods, The Sun and Moon, run down like waxen Globes; The fhooting Stats end all in purple Jellies; And Chaos is at hand. Pyr. 'Tis Midnight, yet there's not aTheban fleeps, But fuch as ne'er muft wake. All crowd about The Palace, and implore , as from a God, Helpofrhe King; who, from the Battlement, By the red Lightning's Glare, defcry'd a-far, Atones the angry Pow'rs. Hitm. Ha.' Pyracmon look ; Behold ^Alcander , from yon* Weft of Heav'n, The perfect Figures of a Man and Woman : A Scepter bright with Gems in each Right-hand , Theit |
